Album: From The Cradle

Groaning The Blues

(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.