Groaning The Blues کے بول

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