Man Of Constant Sorrow

In constant sorrow all through these days

I am the man of constant sorrow

I see the drop of my day

I have to 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 pleasure here would I find

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

It's fare thee well, my old true lover

I never expect to see you again

For I'm bound to ride the Northern Railroad

Perhaps I'll die upon this train

Perhaps he'll die upon this train

You can bury me in some deep valley

Many years where I'll be laid

And you may learn a loving letter

While I'm asleep in my grave

While he is sleeping in his grave

Many your friends think I'm just a stranger

My face you'll never see no more

But this one promise that is given

I'll meet you on God's golden shore

He'll meet you on God's golden shore