Constant sorrow

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.