paroles de chanson Moanin' Low - Lena Horne

Moanin' low,
My sweet man, I love him so;
Though he's mean as can be;
He's the kind of a 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 a 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 a 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 a man needs the kind of woman like me.
My man is leavin' me.