(Chorus:) I'm troubled, I'm troubled I'm troubled in mind If trouble don't k** 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)