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.