Robert Johnson - Four Until Late lyrics

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