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.