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From Four Till Late

๐Ÿ‘ค Robert Johnson โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Last Great Blues Singer โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:24
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โฑ๏ธ 2:24 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 605135

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

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 get1 with a no-good bunch and clown
From four 'till late, she get1 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

Note 1: alternatively "give up" instead of "she get"

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