I’m Troubled – Jerry Garcia

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

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

For a thief will just rob you
And take what you crave
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

And 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
So the world bird and the turtle dove
Will 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
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