Man of Constant Sorrow

I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my days And I bid farewell to old Kentucky The place where I was born and raised The place where he was born and raised For six long years I've been in trouble No pleasures here on earth I found For in this world I'm bound to ramble I have no friends to help me now He has no friends to help him now So it's fare thee well my old true lover I never expect to see you again For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad Perhaps I'll die upon this train Perhaps he'll die upon this train You can bury me in some dark holler For many years where I may lay Then you may learn to love another While I am sleeping in my grave While he is sleeping in his grave Maybe your friends think that I'm just 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 He'll meet you on God's golden shore