A meeting is a pleasure and a parting grief
But a false hearted lover is worse than a thief
A thief can but rob you and take what you say
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 kill me Lord
I'll live a long time
The grave will decay you and rurn you to dust
Ain't 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
Than the cross ties on a railroad or the stars in the skies
* Refrain
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 mountain so high
Where the wild birds and turtle doves can hear my sad cry
* Refrain