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 these 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 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 these worries when surely

I ain't deserving enough

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