Meeting is a pleasure and pardon is grief But a false-hearted lover is worse than a thief A thief will not grab you and take what you save But a false-hearted lover will lead you to the grave
I'm troubled, I'm troubled I'm troubled in mind If trouble don't kill me then I'll live a long time
And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust Not one in a hundred that poor boys should trust They'll hug you and kiss you, tell you more lies Than the crossed ties on a railroad or stars in the sky
I'm troubled, I'm troubled I'm troubled in mind If trouble don't kill me Lord, I'll live a long time
I'm going to Georgia I'm going to Rome Going to Georgia, then I'm makin' my home Gonna build a log cabin on a mountain so high While birds and the turtle doves can hear my sad cry
Oh I'm troubled, I'm troubled I'm troubled in mind If trouble don't kill me then I'll live a long time
Oh I'm troubled, I'm troubled I'm troubled in mind If trouble don't kill me then I'll live a long timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
