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.
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