paroles de chanson 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