Man of Constant Sorrow

I am a man of constant sorrow

I have seen trouble all my days

I bid farewell to old Kentucky

the place where I was borned and raised

For six longs years I been in trouble

no pleasure here on Earth I've found

for in this world I'm bound to ramble

I have no friends to help me now

Tis fare you well my own true lover

I never expect to see you no more

for I'm bound to ride that northern railroad

perhaps I'll die upon that train

Bury me in some deep valley

for many a years there I may lay

Then you can learn to love another

while I am sleeping in my grave

Maybe your friends thinks I'm a stranger

My face you never will see no more

But there is one promise that is given

I'll meet you on God's golden shore

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