I'm Troubled

A meeting is a pleasure and a parting 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

Chorus
I'm troubled, I'm troubled, I'm troubled in mind
If trouble don't kill me, I'll live a long time

The grave will decay you, and turn 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
Then the cross-ties on the railroad, or the stars in the sky

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 a mountain so high
Where the wild birds can't see me, or hear my sad cry

I'm sad and I'm lonely, my true love has said
That she loves another, Lord, I wish I was dead
My cheeks were as red as the red blooming rose
But now they're as pale as the lily that grows