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 moanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
