I was wringing my hands and cryin'
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 hour ride
From Memphis to Norfolk is a thirty-six hour ride
A man's like a prisoner and he's never satisfied
A woman is like a dresser
Some man is always rambling through its drawers
A woman is like a dresser
Some man is always rambling through its drawers
It's 'cause so many men wear an apron overhaul
From four until late
She get with a no-good bunch and clown
From four until late
She get with a no-good bunch and clown
Now, she won't do nothin'
But tear a good man's reputation down
When I leave this town, I'm 'onna bid you fare, farewell
When I leave this town, I'm 'onna bid you fare, farewell
And when I return again
You'll have a great long story to tell
From four till late I was wringing my hands and cryin' 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 hour ride From Memphis to Norfolk is a thirty-six hour ride A man's like a prisoner and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser Some man is always rambling through its drawers A woman is like a dresser Some man is always rambling through its drawers It's 'cause so many men wear an apron overhaul From four until late She get with a no-good bunch and clown From four until late She get with a no-good bunch and clown Now, she won't do nothin' But tear a good man's reputation down When I leave this town, I'm 'onna bid you fare, farewell When I leave this town, I'm 'onna bid you fare, farewell And when I return again You'll have a great long story to tell Explain Request ×
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