I am a man of constant sorrow

I've seen troubles all my day

I'm goin' back to California,

Place where I was partly raised.



All through this world,

I'm bound to ramble.

Through storm and wind,

Through sleet and rain



I'm bound to ride,

That northern railroad.

Perhaps I'll take

The very next train.



Your friends, they say

I am a stranger

You'll never see

My face no more



There is just one

Promise that's given

We'll sail on

God's golden shore



I am a man of constant sorrow

I've seen troubles all my day

I'm goin' back to California,

Place where I was partly raised