I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my days.
I'll say goodbye to Colorado,
Where I was born and partly raised.
Your mother says I'm a stranger;
My face you'll never see no mare.
But there's one promise darling;
zzi'll see you on God's golden shore.
Through this world I'm a-bound to ramble,
Through ice and snow, sleet and rain.
I'm a-bound to ride that morning railroad,
Perhaps I'll die on that train.
I'm going back to Colorado,
The place that I started from.
If I had known how bad you'd treat me,
Honey, I never would have come.
