C I'm so tired of moaning, trying to groan away my blues F I'm so tired of moaning, trying to groan away my blues G I keep weeping and crying every time I think of you C I would rather die of starvation, perish out in the desert sun F I would rather die of starvation, perish out in the desert sun G Than to think of some other man holding you in his arms C My heart gets so heavy, Lord, I shakes down in my bones F My heart gets so heavy, Lord, I shakes down in my bones G I can't hurt a murderer, oh Lord, but I'm forced to weep and moan