Moanin' Low

Oh, oh

I feel too bad

I'm feelin' mighty sick and sore

So bad I feel

I said I'm feelin' sick and sore

I'm so afraid

My man don't love me no more

Mm

Day in, day out

I'm worryin' about those blues

Day out, day in

I'm worryin' about bad news

I'm so afraid

My man I'm goin' to lose

Moanin' low, my sweet man I love him so

Though he's mean as can be

He's the kind of man

Needs the kind of a woman like me

Ooh-hoo

I'm gonna die if sweet man should pass me by

And if I die, then where will he be?

He's the kind of man

Needs the kind of a woman like me

Don't know any reason why he treats me so poorly

Oh, what have I gone and done?

Makes my trouble double with his worries

When surely, I ain't deservin' of none

Moanin' low, my sweet man is gonna go

When he goes, oh, Lordy

He's the kind of man

Needs the kind of a woman like me

Mm