Man of Constant Sorrow (8D) - Bob Dylan

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 that I’m a stranger,

My face you’ll never see no more.

But there’s one promise, darling,

I’ll see you on God’s golden shore.

Through this open world I’m about to ramble,

Through ice and snow, sleet and rain.

I’m about to ride that mornin' railroad,

P’raps I’ll die on that train.

I’m going back to Colorado,

The place that I started from.

If I’d knowed how bad you’d treat me,

Honey, I never would have come.