Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers — Moanin’

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Every mornin’ finds me moanin’
I’m alone and crying the blues
I’m so tired of paying my dues
Everybody knows I’m moanin’

Every evening I am moanin’
Cuz of all the trouble I see
Life’s a losing gamble to me
Everybody knows I’m moanin’

Lord I spend a many days and nights
Alone with my grief
And I pray, really and truly pray
Somebody will come and bring me relief

Every mornin’ finds me moanin’
I’m alone and crying the blues
I’m so tired of paying my dues
Everybody knows I’m moanin’

Lord I spend a many days and nights
Alone with my grief
And I pray, really and truly pray
Somebody will come and bring me relief

Every mornin’ finds me moanin’
I’m alone and crying the blues
I’m so tired of paying my dues
Everybody knows I’m moanin’
I’m moanin’
I’m moanin’
I’m moanin’ moanin’ moanin’
Yes I am
(At least I used to be)