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I'm troubled I'm troubled I'm troubled in mind If trouble don't kill me I'll live a long time Now meeting 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 detain you and turn you to dust Ain't a girl in a million a poor boy can trust They'll hug you, they'll kiss you they'll tell you more lies Then the cross ties on a railroad or the stars in the skies 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 in the mountains so high Where the wild birds and the turtle doves can't hear my sad cry Aus Songtexte Mania