Eric Clapton — Four Until Late

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