I'm Going to Georgia

I'm going to Georgia, I'm going to roam;
I'm going to Georgia to make it my home

I once loved a young man as dear as my life
And he oft-times did promise to make me his wife

The promise he fulfilled and he made me his wife;
And you see what I've come to by believing his lies

Come all ye fair ladies, take warning by me
Never cast your affections on a green growing tree

The leaves they may wither, the flowers may die
Some young man may fool you as one has fooled I

Collected from Stella Shelton by Sharp, 1916 (Folk Songs ofd the
Southern Appalachians)
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