Man of Constant Sorrow

In constant sorrow through his days.

I

am the 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 find.

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.

Hence farewell, 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 that train.

Perhaps he'll die upon this train.

You

can bury me in sunny valley. For many years where I may lay.

And, and 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 never will 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.