Robert Johnson lyrics

From Four Till Late blues lyrics

From four until late
I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
From four until late
I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
I believe to your soul
that your daddy's Gulfport bound

From Memphis to Norfolk
is a thirty-six hours' ride
From Memphis to Norfolk
is a thirty-six hours' ride
A man is like a prisoner
and he's never satisfied

A woman is like a dresser
some man always ramblin' th'ough its drawers
A woman is like a dresser
some man always ramblin' th'ough its drawers
It cause so many men
wear an apron overhall
From four until late
she get with a no-good bunch and clown
From four until late
she get with a no-good bunch and clown
Now, she won't do nothin'
but tear a good man' reputation down

When I leave this town
I'm 'on bid you fare...farewell
And when I leave this town
I'm 'on bid you fare...farewell
And when I return again
you'll have a great long story to tell