From Four Till Late

Hans Theessink

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From four till late, I was wringing 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
A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied

A woman's like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers
I cause' so many men to wear an apron overall

From four till late, she get with a no good bunch and clown
She won't do nothing but tear a good man's reputation down

When I leave this town I'm gonna bid you fare thee well
When I return again you'll have a great long story to tell