| 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! |