From Four Till Late

(альбом: Bi-Polar Blues - 1999)

From four 'till late, I was wringing my hands and crying
From four 'till late, I was wringing my hands and crying
I believe to my soul, that your daddy's Gulfport bound

From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours drive
From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours drive
A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied

A woman is like a dresser, some man always going through its drawers
A woman is like a dresser, some man always going through its drawers
It cause so many men, wear an apron overhaul

From four 'till late, she gets with a no-good bunch and clown
From four 'till late, she gets with a no-good bunch and clown
Now, she won't do nothing, 'till a good man takes her down

From four 'till late, I was wringing my hands and crying
From four 'till late, I was wringing my hands and crying
I believe to my soul, that your daddy's Gulfport bound

When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell
And when I leave this town, I'm going bid you fare, farewell
And when I return again, you'll have a great big story to tell
Yeah, when I return again, you'll have a great big story to tell