Groaning The Blues

(by willie dixon)

Im so tired of moaning, trying to groan away my blues.
Im 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 cant hurt a murderer, oh lord, but Im forced to weep and moan.