(Chorus:) 
I'm troubled, 
I'm troubled 
I'm troubled in mind 
If trouble don't kill me 
Lord I'll live a long time 
Courting is pleasure 
And parting is grief 
But a false hearted lover 
Is worse than a thief 
For a thief will just rob you 
And take what you crave 
But a false hearted lover 
Will lead you to the grave (Chorus) 
And the grave will decay you 
And turn you to dust 
Not one girl in a hundred 
That a poor boy can trust 
They'll hug and kiss you 
And tell you more lies 
Than the cross ties on a railroad 
Or the stars in the sky (Chorus) 
I'm going to 
Georgia I'm going to 
Rome I'm going to 
Georgia Gonna make it my home 
I'm gonna build me a cabin 
On the mountain so high 
So the world bird and the turtle dove 
Will hear my sad cry (Chorus2x)