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
 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.