Eric Clapton and Cream - Four Until Late

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.

Written by:
ROBERT JOHNSON

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Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

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