The Gin House Blues - Bessie Smith

I’ve got a sad sad story today

I’ve got a sad sad story today

I’m goin' to the gin house when the whistle blows

My troubles come like rain

That’s all been poured before

My man keeps me cryin' all night

My man keeps me cryin' all night

I’m goin' to the gin house, sit there by myself

I mean to drown my sorrows

By sweet somebody else

I’ve got those worst kind of gin house blues

I’ve got those worst kind of gin house blues

I’ll make one trip there to seek to ease my mind

And if I do I’m gonna make it

My last time

It takes a good smart woman these days

It takes a good smart woman these days

To hold her man when these gals have got so many tearful ways

I mean to watch my man

Don’t care what these other gals say

I’ve got to see the conjure man too

I’ve got to see the conjure man too

Because these gin house blues is campin' 'round my door

I want him to drive them off

So they won’t come back no more