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.