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

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