| 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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| Through this open world I’m a-bound to ramble
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| Through ice and snows, sleet and rain
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| I’m abound to ride that mornin' railroad
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| Perhaps I’ll die upon that train
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| Your mother says that I’m a stranger
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| A face you’ll never see no more
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| But here’s one promise to you
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| I’ll see you on God’s golden shore
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| I’m goin' back Colorado
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| Place that I’ve started from
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| If I’d knowed how bad you’d treat me
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| Never now would have come |