coyotekid

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

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

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

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

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


***ADDENDUM*** Why is it literary agents wait until you already feel down to kick you in the balls even more?