Chorus 1 In constant sorrow I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my day. I bid farewell to San Francisco The place where I was born and raised. (The place where he was borned and raised)
Verse 1 I'm almost never in the city I was born and bred in anymore but everywhere I tour I'm repping black and orange I'm trekking back and forth forgetting what I'm packing for I have to travel more and add a couple saddle sores Got these battle scars from riding in the cattle car you're noshing on some caviar, I'm gnawing on your apple cores Mental checklist You're Mr. International but last I checked I'm Mr. Continental Breakfast condiments and checks mix Condoms but I'm sexless But I'm optimistic I'll dismiss my bigger issues If I fit into some mistress like the long block in tetris I was roaming in wyoming when the popo were arresting me i told em questing for my destiny-- Noo I always end up in detention cause i'm itching And I'm searching for adventure and each city I go
Chorus 2 It's fare thee well my old lover I never expect to see you again For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad Perhaps I'll die (die) upon this train (Perhaps he'll die upon this train)
Verse 2 papa is a head doctor. i think he's Socrates But he can't get my twin brother to want to talk to me But I rarely try and so it's partly my hipocracy Got a couple secrets under lock and key as property manage em like manic depression sparking the brocoli I'd rather take my lumps display dirty laundry than pop a pill and stagger through this day like I'm zombie like I'm some unhappy and unnatural Blondie Abercrombie model with the fakest fucking smile plastered on me I Might be a sarcastic bastard, but I'm never plastic And my massacist tendency's imagining disaster and then mastering its recipe so I hit the road out of neccessity to stop guarding And I'll hop out and run if ever my car is not starting For now I'm not charging all my meals are business meals Cause my business is not starving
Chorus 3 You can bury me in some deep valley For many years where I may lay Then you may learn to love another While I am sleeping in my grave (While he is sleeping in his grave)
Verse 3 4AM again, the radio alarm is kicking in I've been to every shady old La Quinta Inn in Michigan Hitting the iginition till I'm stripping off my Michilen's if you catch me bitching then remind me it's magnificent my life is How the struggle's priceless Cause I got those lovely troubles that you couldn't put a damper on each unhappy camper on this planet is a champion If you think you're hopeless and you'll never be like kobe and you Got an empty mantle case you never in won a trophy man well you still won that marathon of swimming that fallopian And I've learned lot I could lose Cause there's a lot of dead sperm in the socks that I've used Who would love to be the feet in the socks in my shoes So better get to walking till those spoiled feet are bruised and then sow your royal oats till you're growing something new
Chorus 4 Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger My face you'll never see no more But there is one promise that is given I'll meet you on God's golden shore (That golden California shore)