Groaning The Blues

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

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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