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

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 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

Than the crossties on the railroad or the stars in the skies

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 Georgie, I'm going to roam

I'm going to Georgie, gonna make it my home

Gonna build me a cabin on a mountain so high

Where the wild birds and turtle dove can hear my sad cry

I'm troubled, I'm troubled, I'm troubled in mind

If trouble don't kill me, Lord, I'll live a long time