Eric Clapton. From The Cradle. Groaning The Blues. Zeneszám

I'm so tired of moaning, tryin' to groan away my blues
I'm so tired of moaning, tryin' to groan away my blues
I keep weepin' and cryin' 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, holdin' 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