Groaning The Blues — текст песни (Eric Clapton)

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.