Robert Johnson - From Four Till Late Lyrics

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From Four Till Late

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What Are The Lyrics For From Four Till Late By 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 |
Who Wrote From Four Till Late By Robert Johnson?
Robert Johnson
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What's The Duration Of The From Four Till Late By Robert Johnson?The duration of From Four Till Late is 2:25 minutes and seconds. |
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