ERIC CLAPTON lyrics - Four Until Late

(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.