(by Willie Dixon)
I m so tired of moaningtrying to groan away my blues.
I m so tired of moaningtrying to groan away my blues.
I keep weeping and crying every time I think of you.
I would rather die of starvationperish out in the desert sun
I would rather die of starvationperish out in the desert sun
Than to think of some other man holding you in his arms.
My heart gets so heavyLord I shakes down in my bones.
My heart gets so heavyLord I shakes down in my bones.
I can t hurt a murdereroh Lordbut I m forced to weep and moan.
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