[bad word] 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 less 
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 

 [bad word] 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 [bad word] smile plastered on me 
I Might be a sarcastic [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 

 [bad word] 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 [bad word] then remind me 
it's magnificent my life is 
How the [bad word] #39;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 [bad word] 
and then sow your royal oats till you're growing something new 

 [bad word] 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)