Groaning the Blues

Oh, I'm so tired of moaning Trying to groan away my blues I'm so tired of moaning Oh, trying to groan away my blues I keep weeping and crying Oh, every time i think of you I would rather die of starvation Perish out in the desert sun I would rather die of starvation Oh, perish out in the desert sun Then to think of some other man Oh, holding you in his arms My heart gets so heavy Lord, I shake down in my bones My heart gets so heavy Lord, I shake down in my bones I can't hurt a murderer Oh lord, but I'm forced to weep and moan