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Lyrics for '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.
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