(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.