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I'm troubled, I'm troubled

I'm troubled in mind

If trouble don't kill 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



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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



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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



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