I moaned I moaned, I cried the whole night long I moaned I moaned, I cried the whole night long I was wondering, where in the world my man done gone I'd rather be dead, in some lonesome place I'd rather be dead, in some lonesome place Than for my man, keeps treating me this a-way When you see two of you women, going hand in hand When you see two of you women, going hand in hand You can judge by that, they got one of the other one's man I went to the Gypsy, to get my fortune told I went to the Gypsy, to get my fortune told Said the evil is hard luck, doggone your hard-luck soul I said Lord Lord, something going on wrong I said Lord Lord, something going on wrong Because the man I love, done been here and gone I turned around, and two of them Gypsies I told I turned around, and two of them Gypsies I told Say Nellie needs a man, most anywhere you go I went to my bedside, hung my head and cried I went to my bedside, hung my head and cried Got a letter from my man, that my man had died I hung my head, and I cried the whole night long I hung my head, and I cried the whole night long Said I'm right upset, and I've got those weeping blues