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I’m a man of constant sorrow

Hard luck and bad news are always at my door

I’m headed back to the Pacific shore

Place where I was born

And the place where I did hardly grow

I’m a rambler and rambling is my fate

And rambling is the only life I know

Through the rain the sleet and the snow

I’m bound to be out on that interstate

Headed on to the next toll-man's gate

'Cause rambling is the rambler’s state

Your friends say that I’m strange

But now I’m never gonna see your face

But I’ll see you in the other place

I promise that I will

See you on the other range

I’m a rambler, oh darling can’t you tell?

And that is why that I keep moving on

Don’t bother crying when you see I’m gone

I’ll breathe the air that my lungs once held

But I am hoping you’ll do very well

And now my love I’m saying;

Fare thee well

Your ma says that I’m strange

And now you’re never gonna see my face

But you’ll see me in the other place

Please promise that you will

See me on the other range

Your ma says that I’m strange

And now you’re never gonna see my hide

But you’ll see me on the other side

Please promise that you will

See me on the other range

I’m a man of constant sorrow

Hard luck and bad news are always at my door

I’m heading back to the Pacific shore

Place that I was born

And the place that where did hardly grow

Place where I did hardly grow

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