I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I borned 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
It's fare you well, my own true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
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 will see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
