Moanin' Low

Moanin' Low - Lee Morse

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

Day in

Day out

I'm worrying about those blues

Day out

Day in

I'm worrying about bad news

I'm so afraid

My man I'm gonna lose

Moaning 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

And 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 deserving of none

Moaning 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