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(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.
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