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 Needs the kind of woman like me Wanna die If sweet man should pa*s me by If I doubt where he'd 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 deserving it 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 Don't know any reason Why he treats me so poorly What have I gone and done He makes my trouble double With his worries when surely I ain't deserving it 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