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 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 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