I am a man of constant sorrow
I have seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
the place where I was born and raised
For six longs years I 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
Tis fare you well my own true lover
don't ever excepts to see you no more
for I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
perhaps I'll die upon that train
Bury me in some deep valley
for many a years there I may lay
S'then you can learn to love another
while I am sleeping in my grave
S'maybe your friends thinks I'm a stranger
my face you never will see no more
s'but there is one promise that I'm giving
I'll meet you on God's golden shore

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