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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.




I'm almost never in the city I was born and bred in anymore but everywhere I tour

I'm rapping 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 - Noon
I always end up in detention cause I'm itching
And I'm searching for adventure and each city I go


Chorus:
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



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 broccoli
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 $#&@ing smile plastered on me
I Might be a sarcastic !@$(, but I'm never plastic

And my !@%@ tendency's
imagining disaster and then mastering its recipe
so I hit the road out of necessity 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 :

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



4 AM again, the radio alarm is kicking in
I've been to every shady old La Quinta Inn in Michigan

Hitting the ignition till I'm stripping off my Michelin's
if you catch me (*##$ing 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 .


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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