From Four 'til Late Lyrics

Robert Johnson From Four 'til Late

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.