Stanley Ralph
Man of Constant Sorrow
Man of Constant Sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days.
I bid fair well to old Kentucky
the place 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 fair 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 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.

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