My Foot’s in My Stirrup

1. My foot’s in my stirrup, my rein’s in my hand.
I’m goin’ a-way to leave you for some far distant land.

2. I’m going to Georgia, I’m going to Rome.
I’m going to Georgia to make it my home.

3. Go build me a cabin on the mountain so high
Where the wild birds and turtle dove can hear my sad cry.