I’m Troubled Songtext
von Crooked Still

Meeting is pleasure
And parting is grief
But a false-hearted lover
Is worse than a thief

A thief will just rob you
And take what you save
But a false-hearted lover
Will lead you to the 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
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

I′m troubled, I'm troubled
I′m troubled in mind
If trouble don't kill me
Lord I′ll live a long time

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
Where the wild birds and the turtle doves
Can hear my sad cry

I′m troubled, I′m troubled
I'm troubled in mind
If trouble don′t kill me
Lord I'll live a long time


I′m troubled, I'm troubled
I′m troubled in mind
If trouble don't kill me
Lord I'll live a long time