The grave will decay you
And turn you to dust
And there ain't a one in ten thousand men
That a woman can trust

They'll hug you, they'll kiss you
And tell you more lies
Than the crossties in the railway
Or the stars in the skies
The stars in the skies

Come all you young ladies
Take a warning by me
And never place your affections
On a green growing tree

They'll hug you, they'll kiss you
They'll tell you more lies
Than the crossties in the railway
Or the stars in the skies
Thе stars in the skies

I'm going to Georgia
I'm going to roam
I'm going to Gеorgia
For to make it my home
To make it my home