Moanin' Low - Billie Holiday & Her Orchestra

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