Rod Stewart - Man of constant sorrow

I ^Dam a man of constant ^Csorrow, I've seen trouble all my ^Ddays I'll say goodbye to Colo^Crado, where I was born and prob'ly ^Draised

Your mother says I am a ^Cstranger, my face you'll never see no ^Dmore But there's one promise ^Cdarling, I'll see you on God's golden ^Dshore

Through this open world I'm about to ^Cramble, dry snow, sleet and ^Drain I am about to rob the mornin' ^Crailroad, perhaps I'll die on that ^Dtrain

I'm goin' back to Colo^Crado, place that I started ^Dfrom If I'd knowed how bad you'd ^Ctreat me, honey, I never would have ^Dcome