I’m Troubled, I’m Troubled Songtext
von Robert Earl Keen

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