I'm A 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 place where I borned 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

You can bury me in some deep valley

For many years where I may lay

Then you may learn to love another

While I am sleeping in my grave

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger

My face you'll never will see no more

But there is one promise that is given

I'll meet you on God's golden shore