Harvester of Constant Sorrow

I am a man of constant sorrow

I've seen trouble all my days

And I bid farewell to the Motor City

The place where I was born and raised

The place where we were born and raised

Anger, misery, you'll suffer unto me

Harvester of sorrow (language of the mad)

Harvester of sorrow

You can bury me in some deep valley

For many years where I may lay

And you may learn to love another

While I am sleeping in my grave

While he is sleeping in his grave

Anger (anger), misery (misery), you'll suffer unto me

Harvester of sorrow (language of the mad)

Harvester of sorrow

Yee-hoo!

One more time!

All have said their prayers, invade their nightmares

To see into my eyes, you'll find where murder lies

Infanticide

Harvester of sorrow (language of the mad)

Harvester of sorrow (language of the mad)

Harvester of sorrow (of constant sorrow)

Harvester of sorrow (of constant sorrow)

Harvester of sorrow (of constant sorrow)

Harvester of sorrow

Harvester of constant sorrow (yeah)