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.