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 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

I've got to see the kind your man blues

I've got to see the kind your man blues

Because these gin house blues

Is campin' 'round my door

I want to dry them up so

They won't come back no more