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 state where I was borned and raised.

Oh, for six long years I've been in trouble

My pleasure here on earth is done.

For in this world I have to ramble

I have no friends to help me now.

Oh fare you well, my own true lover

I fear I'll never see you again,

For I am bound to ride the northern railroad

Perhaps I'll die upon the train.

Oh, you can bury me in some deep valley

For many years where I may lay.

And while you're dreaming, while you're slumbering,

While I am sleeping in the grave.

Oh, fare you well to my native country,

The place where I have loved so well,

For I have had all kinds of trouble

In this vain world, no tongue can tell.

But friends although I may be a stranger,

My face you may never see no more.

But there's one promise that's been given

Where we can meet on a secret shore