Four Until Late Lyrics

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 [Incomprehensible] 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 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 caused so many men to wear 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