Lyrics Moanin' Low - Billie Holiday & Her Orchestra

Moanin' Low

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