| I am a man of constant sorrow,
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| I’ve seen trouble all my days.
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| I’ll say goodbye to Colorado,
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| Where I was born and partly raised.
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| Your mother says that I’m a stranger,
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| My face you’ll never see no more.
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| But there’s one promise, darling,
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| I’ll see you on God’s golden shore.
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| Through this open world I’m about to ramble,
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| Through ice and snow, sleet and rain.
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| I’m about to ride that mornin' railroad,
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| P’raps I’ll die on that train.
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| I’m going back to Colorado,
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| The place that I started from.
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| If I’d knowed how bad you’d treat me,
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| Honey, I never would have come. |