Man of Constant Sorrow Watsky & Mody

[Chorus 1]
In constant sorrow all through his days
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 Chex 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-- Noo
I always end up in detention cause I'm itching
And I'm searching for adventure and each city I go