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