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Groaning The Blues

 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.