Songtext von Four Until Late

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.