by Robert Johnson
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.What does it do
When it's used and thrown away
When it doesn't understand
Love's not a game you play
How does it cope
When it doesn't feel its' worth
When there's no one who understands
At least not here on Earth
Where does the lonely heart go
When the laughter turns to sorrow
When it doesn't care to look outside
Or forward to tomorrow
What does it do
When there's nothing left inside
Will it ever feel again
Or should it run and hide
I'll tell you where it goes
If you promise to believe
That every broken heart
Becomes a pair, just wait and see
Where does the lonely heart go
When it breaks and needs to heal
When it hurts so much
You wish you couldn't feel
Where does the lonely heart go
When the laughter turns to sorrow
When it doesn't care to look outside
Or forward to tomorrow
Where does the lonely heart go
When it breaks and needs to heal
When it hurts so much
You wish you couldn't feel
Where does the lonely heart go
When the laughter turns to sorrow
When it doesn't care to look outside
Or forward to tomorrow