Harvester of Constant Sorrow

I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my days And I bid farewell to the Motor City The place where I was born and raised The place where we were born and raised Anger, misery, you'll suffer unto me Harvester of sorrow (language of the mad) Harvester of sorrow You can bury me in some deep valley For many years where I may lay And you may learn to love another While I am sleeping in my grave While he is sleeping in his grave Anger (anger), misery (misery), you'll suffer unto me Harvester of sorrow (language of the mad) Harvester of sorrow Yee-hoo! One more time! All have said their prayers, invade their nightmares To see into my eyes, you'll find where murder lies Infanticide Harvester of sorrow (language of the mad) Harvester of sorrow (language of the mad) Harvester of sorrow (of constant sorrow) Harvester of sorrow (of constant sorrow) Harvester of sorrow (of constant sorrow) Harvester of sorrow Harvester of constant sorrow (yeah)