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Wykonawca: Eric Clapton | tytu³: Four until late | |
album: BBC Sessions rok:2003 | autor tekstu: |
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. |
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