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, though he's mean as can be.
He's the kind of man needs a 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 a kind of woman like me.
Don't know any reason why he treats me so poorly, what've 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 a kind of woman like me.
Don't know any reason why he treats me so poorly, what've 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, Lordy!
He's a man that needs a woman just like me.