(traditional, arr. by Rod Stewart)
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 prob'ly raised |
| Your mother says I am a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there's one promise darling
I'll see you on God's golden shore
Through this open world I'm about to ramble
Through ice, snow, sleet and rain
I am about to rob the mornin' railroad
To be continued... |
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