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