I'm 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
Through this open world I'm a-bound to ramble,
Through ice and snow, sleet and rain
I'm a-bound to ride that mornin' railroad,
Perhaps I'll die on that train
Your mother says I'm a stranger;
My face you'll never see no more
But there's one promise, darlin',
I'll see you on God's golden shore
I'm going back to Colorado,
The place that I've started from
If I'd knowed how bad you'd treat me,
Honey I never would have come
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