[Verse 1]
I don’t think I’ve encountered a man so irate
You’re a better man than I if you get past his gate
He treats hawkers and Mormons with equal disdain
Jesus, I feel, won’t be coming back again

[Chorus 1]
He’s got nothing for you to borrow
And a mastiff in the back running loose
He’s a man of constant sorrow
With a garage in constant use

[Verse 2]
I once had occasion to stand on his bin
I was trying to attract his attention within
A gap in the curtains afforded a view
Of ultimate loneliness, absolute blue

[Chorus 2]
I have sympathy also for Zorro
Who was fencing away the abuse
From a man of constant sorrow
With a garage in constant use

[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
A yacht on his window sill, according to some
Alludes to a tragedy which rendered him numb
To cope with the grief and the hurt and the loss
He exited Crieff, Perth and Kinross

[Chorus 3]
And I’m sure I could cure him tomorrow
By suggesting we broker a truce
Between his mind of constant sorrow
And his garage in constant use