Man Of Constant Sorrow

"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. For six long years I've been in trouble, no pleasure here on earth I find.

For in this world I'm bound to ramble

I have no friends to help me now

For fairly well, my one true lover

I never expect to see you again

For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad, perhaps I'll die upon the 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

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 shores.