Robert Johnson - From Four Till Late текст песни

Текст песни From Four Till Late - 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 get1 with a no-good bunch and clown
From four 'till late, she get1 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
Note 1: alternatively "give up" instead of "she get"



Авторы: Robert Johnson


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дата релиза
01-01-1999




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