Groaning The Blues
Eric Clapton
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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
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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