Lyric Sorrow

I am a man of constant sorrow;
I ve seen trouble all my day
I m going 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 trouble all my day
I m going back to California,
Place where I was partly raised.