(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)