Letra de From Four Till Late

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