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
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
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 deservin' of none
Moanin' 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