Groaning the Blues Songtext
von Otis Rush

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