I am a man of constant sorrow.
I've seen trouble all of my days.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
Place where I was born and raised.
All thru this earth I'm bound to ramble,
Thru storm and wind, thru sleet and rain.
I'm bound to ride that Northern railroad
Perhaps I'll take the very next train.
For six long years I've 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.
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It's fare you well, my own true lover,
I never expect to see you again.
I'm bound to ride that Northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
Your friends they say that I'm a stranger.
You'll never see my face no more.
There is just one promise that's given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
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.
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