Eric Clapton
Eric Clapton - From Four Until Late lyrics
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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