Robert Johnson

Robert Johnson - From Four 'til Late lyrics

Your rating:

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.

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.

Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found