Groaning The Blues.

As recorded by: ERIC CLAPTON
Written by: WILLIE DIXON
Album: FROM THE CRADLE
Released: 1994
Tabbed by: DANIEL FJÄLL (slowhand56@hotmail.com)


The Intro:

e-(12)\-17-17/-----(12)\-17-17/-----(12)\-17-17/----0------------5---------|
B-(12)\-17-17/-----(12)\-17-17/-----(12)\-17-17/----3----------5----8/10---|
G---------------------------------------------------1-----7^(9)------------|
D---------------------------------------------------2----------------------|
A---------------------------------------------------2----------------------|
E-------------------------------------------------0------------------------|


e-----8-10-10^(12)v10----------------------5-------------------------------------------|
B--10-----------------10-------------------------------10-8----------------------------|
G----------------------------7^(9)v7-5---------------------9-7h9p7/5-------------------|
D---------------------------------------7---------------------------7-5h7p5------------|
A--------------------------------------------------------------------------7-6-5/3-----|
E----------------------------------------------------------------------------------5---|

                              
e-5-----5------5------5---------------------------|
B---8-5---8-5----8-5----8-5-----------------------|
G----------------------------7--5h7p5-------------|
D-------------------------------------7\----------|
A-------------------------------------------------|
E-------------------------------------------------|

Begin the verse just simple 12 bar-blues in A:
                             
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.



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