Lyrics:
Our meeting is a pleasureAnd partying is griefBut a false hearted loverIs worse than a thiefA thief can but rob youAnd take what you saveBut a false hearted loverTake you to your graveI'm troubled, I'm troubledI'm troubled in mindIf trouble don't kill meI'll live a long timeA grave will decay youAnd turn you to dustAnd a girl in a millionThat a poor boy can trustThey'll hug and kiss youAnd tell you more liesAnd they cross ties on the railroadOr stars in the skyI'm troubled, I'm troubledI'm troubled in mindIf trouble don't kill meI'll live a long timeI'm going to GeorgiaI'm going to RomeI'm going to GeorgiaTo make it my homeGonna build me a cabinOn the mountain so highOh, the wild birds and turtle dovesCan hear my sad cryI'm troubled, I'm troubledI'm troubled in mindIf trouble don't kill meI'll live a long time