From Four Til Late - Robert Johnson

From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'

From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'

I believe to my 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' through its drawers

A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers

It cause so many men, wear an apron overall

From four 'till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown

From four 'till 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 gon' bid you fare, farewell

And when I leave this town, I’m gon' bid you fare, farewell

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