Now meeting is pleasure and parting is grief But a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief A thief can but rob you and take what you've saved But a false-hearted lover will take you to your grave I'm troubled, I'm troubled, I'm troubled in mind If trouble don't k** me, I'll live a long time The grave will detain you and turn you to dust Ain't a girl in a million and a poor boy can trust They'll hug you, they'll kiss you, they'll tell you more lies Then the cross ties on a railroad or the stars in the skies I'm troubled, I'm troubled, I'm troubled in mind If trouble don't k** me, I'll live a long time I'm going to Georgia I'm going to roam I'm going to Georgia gonna make it my home Gonna build me a cabin on the mountains so high Where the wild birds and the turtle doves will hear my sad cry I'm troubled, I'm troubled, I'm troubled in mind If trouble don't k** me, I'll live a long time I'm troubled, I'm troubled, I'm troubled in mind If trouble don't k** me, I'll live a long time