Bessie Smith The Gin House Blues
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
