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I am a man of constant sorrow
I have seen trouble all my days
I bid farwell 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 on Earth I find
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me out
He has no friends to help him out
It's fare-thee-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 that train
Perhaps I'll die upon that train
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where i may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I'm sleeping in my grave
While he's sleeping in his grave
It's fare you well my native country
And the places I have loved so well
For i have seen all kinds of trouble
In this cruel world no tongue can tell
In this cruel world no tongue can tell
Maybe your friends think I'm a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there's one promise that is given
I'll meet you on god's golden shore
I'll meet you on god's golden shore
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