Bessie Smith - The Gin House Blues lyrics

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