by Willie Dixon 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.
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