"I feel so 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, Needs the kind of woman like me.
Gonna die, If sweet man should pass me by. If I die, where'll he be? He's the kind of man, 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' of none.
Moanin' low, My sweet man is gonna go, If he goes, oh Lordy. He's the kind of man, 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' of none.
Moanin' low, My sweet man is gonna go, If he goes, oh Lordy. He's the kind of man, Needs the kind of woman like me!"
