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 a 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.