Man of Constant Sorrow

I have been a man of constant sorrows

Lord, it's been trouble all my days

I'll bid farewell to Fentress County

To the place I was born and raised

Farewell dear girl. I'm bound to leave you

You may think I'm doing you wrong

But nature binds on me to ramble

And leave this home, where I've been so long.

Kind miss, kind miss go and ask your mother

If you can be a bride of mine

If she says yes, then come and tell me

If she says no, I'll go away

But I'm bound to ride that Southern railroad

I aim to go one thousand miles

Oh while you were sleeping, while you were slumbering

I am sleeping in the clay