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Moanin' Low
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 a woman like me
Gonna die if my sweet man should pass me by
If I die, where'll he be?
He's the kind of a 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
Makes my troubles double with his worries
When surely I ain't deserving of none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna go
When he goes, oh Lordy
He's the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
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 a woman like me
Gonna die if my sweet man should pass me by
If I die, where'll he be
He's the kind of a 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
Makes my troubles double with his worries
When surely I ain't deserving of none
Moanin' low
My sweet man is gonna go
When he goes, oh Lordy
He's the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me