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.