Moaning Low - Lena Horne

I feel too bad, I’m feelin' 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 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

Though he’s mean as can be

He’s the kind o' man

Needs the kind o' woman like me

Gonna die if sweet man should pass me by

If I die, where’ll he be

He’s the kind o' man

Needs the kind o' 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, O Lordy

He’s the kind o' man

Needs the kind o' woman like me

(Orchestral Interlude)

Don’t know any reason why he treats me so poorly

What have I gone, 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, Lordy

He’s a man that needs a woman

Just like me