From four until late
I was wringing my hands and crying
From four until late
l was wringing my hands anc rying
I believe to my soul
That your daddy's girl was born
From four until late
She made me a no-good bar room clown
From four until late
She made me a no-good bar room 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
draws
A woman is like a dresser
Some man always running through its
draws
She caught so many men to her apron

overalls
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