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