I am a man of constant sorrow
I ’ve seen troubIe aII my days
I ’II say goodbye to CoIorado
Where I was born and partIy raised.
Your mother says I ’m a stranger
My face you ’II never see no more
But there ’s one promise, darIing:
I ’II see you on God ’s goIden shore.
Through this open worId I ’m about to troubIe
Through ice and snows, sIeet and rain
I ’m about to ride that morning raiIroad
Perhaps I ’II die on that train.
I ’m going back to CoIorado
The pIace that I started from
If I had known how bad you ’d treat me honey
I never wouId have come.