| I’ve got a sad sad story today
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| I’ve got a sad sad story today
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| I’m goin' to the gin house when the whistle blows
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| My troubles come like rain
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| That’s all been poured before
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| My man keeps me cryin' all night
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| My man keeps me cryin' all night
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| I’m goin' to the gin house, sit there by myself
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| I mean to drown my sorrows
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| By sweet somebody else
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| I’ve got those worst kind of gin house blues
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| I’ve got those worst kind of gin house blues
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| I’ll make one trip there to seek to ease my mind
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| And if I do I’m gonna make it
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| My last time
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| It takes a good smart woman these days
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| It takes a good smart woman these days
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| To hold her man when these gals have got so many tearful ways
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| I mean to watch my man
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| Don’t care what these other gals say
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| I’ve got to see the conjure man too
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| I’ve got to see the conjure man too
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| Because these gin house blues is campin' 'round my door
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| I want him to drive them off
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| So they won’t come back no more |