Man Of Constant Sorrow

In constant sorrow through all his days.

I am a man of constant sorrow.

I've seen trouble all my days.

I bid farewell to old Kentucky,

The place where I was born and raised

The place where he was born and raised

For six long years I've been in trouble

No pleasure here on earth I find

Oh, in this world I'm bound to ramble I have no friends to help me now

He has no friends to help him now

Oh, fair thee well, my one true lover I'll never expect to see you again

Oh, I'm bound to ride that northern railroad Perhaps I'll die upon the train

Perhaps I'll die upon this train

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

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

He'll meet you on God's golden shore