From your till late Songtext
von 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"