I am a girl of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I'm going back to California
The place I was born and partly raised
All through this world I'm about to trouble
Through sun and wind and drought and rain
I'm about to ride the west railways
Perhaps I'll die the very next train
Your friends meeting the time is stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there's one promise, then is given
I'll see you on God's golden shore
I am a girl of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I'm going back to California
The place I was born and partly raised
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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