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   Needs the kind of woman like me      Wanna die   If sweet man should pass me by   If I doubt where he'd 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 trouble double   With his worries when surely   I ain't deserving it none      Moanin' low   My sweet man is gonna go   When he goes, oh Lordy   He's the kind of man   Needs the kind of a woman like me      Don't know any reason   Why he treats me so poorly   What have I gone and done   He makes my trouble double   With his worries when surely   I ain't deserving it none      Moanin' low   My sweet man is gonna go   When he goes, oh Lordy   He's the kind of man   Needs the kind of a woman like me