In constant sorrow all through his days!
I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my days.
I 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,
on earth I've found.
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,
that Northern Railroad,
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
Perhaps he'll die upon this train!
You can bury me in some deep Valley,
For many years, there I may lay.
Then you may learn to love another
while I am sleeping in my grave
While he is sleeping in his grave!
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger,
My face you'll never see no more.
But, there is one promise that is given,
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
He'll meet you on God's golden shore!
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