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.