Groaning the Blues

I'm so tired of moaning, tryin' to groan away my blues

I'm so tired of moaning, tryin' to groan away my blues

I keep weepin' and cryin' every time I think of youI 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, holdin' you in his armsMy 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