Sometimes lyrics get dated by technology.
For example "From Four To Late" a fun jaunty blues song in C major (yeah, I know, that's why I like it) by 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
Well, maybe in 1936 on dirt roads in a model T
I use:
From four till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
From four till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
You broke my heart with all your cheatin' & lyin'
Headed back to California, it's a thirty-six hours ride
Goin' back to California, it's a thirty-six hours ride
A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied