歌词
Oh, meeting is a pleasure
And departing is grief
But a false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief
A thief can but rob you
And take what you save
But a false-hearted lover
Take you to your grave
I'm troubled, I'm troubled
I'm troubled in mind
And if trouble don't kill me, Lord
I'll live a long time
The grave will decay you
And turn you to dust
And a girl in a million
That a poor boy can trust
They'll hug you, they'll kiss you
They'll tell you more lies
And the crossties on the railroad
Are the stars in the sky
I'm troubled, I'm troubled
I'm troubled in mind
And if trouble don't kill me, Lord
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
I'm gonna build me a cabin
On the mountain so high
Where the wild birds and turtledoves
Can hear my sad cry
I'm troubled, I'm troubled
I'm troubled in mind
And if trouble don't kill me, Lord
I'll live a long time
