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 worried kind of gin house blues,

I’ve got those worried 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!