(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.