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