Four Until Late by Eric Clapton

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.