Moanin' Low
I feel too bad
I'm feeling mighty sick and sore
So bad I feel
I said I'm feeling sick and sore
And so afraid
My man don't love me no more
Moanin' low
My sweet man, I love him so
Though he's mean as can be
He's the kind of man
Who needs the kind of woman like me
I wanna die
If sweet man should pass me by
If I doubt where he'd be
He's the kind of man
Who needs the kind of woman like me
Don't know any reason why he treats me so poorly
What have I gone and done?
Makes my trouble double
With his worries when surely
I ain't deservin' it none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna go
When he goes oh, lordy
He's the kind of man
Who needs the kind of a woman like me
Don't know any reason why he treats me so coolly
What have I gone and done?
He makes my trouble double
With his worries when surely
I ain't deserving it none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna go
When he goes oh, lordy
He's the kind of man
Who needs the kind of a woman like me
