Man of Constant Sorrow

I am a man of constant sorrow

I've seen trouble all my days

I bid farewell to old Kentucky

The state where I was born and raised

For six long years I've been in trouble

No pleasure here on earth I find

For in this world I'm bound to ramble

I have no friends to help me now

It's fare you well my own 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

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger

A face you never will see no more

But there is one promise that is given

I'll meet you on God's golden shore