Groaning The Blues

I'm so tired of moaning

Trying to groan away my blues

I'm so tired of moaning

Trying to groan away my blues

I keep weeping and crying

Every time I think of you

I would rather die of starvation

Perish out in the desert sun

I would rather die of starvation

Perish out in the desert sun

Than to think of some other man

Holding you in his arms

My heart gets so heavy

Lord I shakes down in my bones

My heart gets so heavy

Lord I shakes down in my bones

I can't hurt a murderer

Oh

Lord but I'm forced to weep and moan