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’ve saved
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
Then the cross ties on the railroad or the stars in the skies

I’m goin’ to Georgie, I’m going to Rome
I’m goin’ to Georgie, gonna make it my home
I’m gonna build me a cabin on the mountains so high
Where the wild birds and the turtle dove can hear my sad cry

[1] A meeting is a pleasure and a [4] parting is [1] grief
But a false-hearted lover is [5] worse than a [1] thief
A thief can but rob you and [4] take what you’ve [1] saved
But a false-hearted lover take [5] you to your [1] grave

I’m troubled, I’m troubled, I’m [4] troubled in [1] mind
If trouble don’t kill me Lord, I’ll [5] live a long [1] 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 skies

I’m goin’ to Georgie, I’m going to Rome
I’m goin’ to Georgie, gonna make it my home
I’m gonna build me a cabin on the mountains so high
Where the wild birds and the turtle dove can hear my sad cry