—Blue Sky Boys
Chorus:
I'm troubled I'm troubled, I'm troubled in mind
If trouble don't kill me, I'll live a long time
Now courting is pleasure, and parting is grief
And a false—hearted lover, is worse than a thief
A thief can but rob you, and take what you've saved
But a false—hearted lover'll, take you to your grave
The grave will decay you, and turn you to dust
Not one girl in a million, that a poor boy can trust
They'll hug you, and kiss you, and tell you more lies
Than cross ties on a railroad, or 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 the mountain so high
So the wild birds and the, turtle doves can't hear my sad cry
Chorus and Verse:
| I | I | IV | I |
| I | I | V | I |