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.