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