"From four till late" as written by and Robert Johnson....
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 get with a no-good bunch and clown
From four till late, she get 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


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"From Four 'til Late" as written by Robert Johnson

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    General CommentA little misogynist? Sure! But as someone who often stays up from four 'till late clowning with a no-good bunch, this song really hits home. In my opinion, this is Robert Johnson's best vocal performance, and that's saying a lot. Beautiful lyrics.
    jtatfsuon August 23, 2008   Link

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