(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.