Lyrics 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
and
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
girls
have
got
so
many
tearful
ways
I
mean
to
watch
my
man
Don't
care
what
these
other
girls
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

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