Moanin' low

I feel

Too bad

I'm feelin' mighty sick and sore

So bad

I feel

I said, I'm feelin' sick and sore and

So afraid

My man don't love me no more

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 gonna lose

Moanin' low

My sweet man, I love him so

So 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 troubles 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 woman like me