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Moanin' my life slowly away
Sittin' here waitin' for the new comin' day
They try to cheer me as I trudge
On my way moanin' for you
Can't seem to hide it and why should I try?
Good Lord he knows it up there in the sky
A million heartaches with your last goodbye
Left me moanin' for you
Work these poor fingers way down to the bone
When things seemed right my whole world went wrong
Since I found your letter, baby sayin' so
Long I've been moanin' for you
They find me alone at the close of the day
Counting each petal from your rose bouquet
Guess I'll be here till eternity moanin' for you
This old rocking chair I have rocked it apart
The last spark of flame in my fireplace is dark
But this old flame that's burnin' deep down in my heart
Keeps me moanin' for you
Work these poor fingers
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 4
- Gospel Train
- When Tragedy Struck
- Hank Snow Sings Sacred Songs
- Country & Western Jamboree
- Old Doc Brown and Other Narrations by Hank Snow
- Hank Snow Salutes Jimmie Rodgers
- Country Classics
- Hank Snow Sings
- Legend Of Old Doc Brown
- Songs Of Tragedy
- Souvenirs
- Hello Love
- When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold
- The Jimmie Rodgers Story
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 3
- Hits Hits And More Hits
- Spanish Fire Ball And Other Great Hank Snow Stylin
- The Singing Ranger