Eric Clapton - FOUR UNTIL LATE lyrics

by Robert Johnson

From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying.

From four until late I was wringing my hands and crying.

I believe to my soul that your daddy's Gulfport bound.

From four until late, she made me a no good barroom clown.

From four until late, she made me a no good barroom clown.

You know she won't do nothing but tear a good man's reputation down.

A woman is like a dresser, some man always running through its drawers.

A woman is like a dresser, some man always running through its drawers.

She cause so many men to wear an apron overall.

When I leave this town I will bid you fare farewell.

When I leave this town I will bid you fare farewell.

And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell.