I am a man of constant sorrow,
I ve seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The state where I was borned and raised.
Oh, for six long years I ve been in trouble.
My pleasure here on earth is done,
For in this world I have to ramble.
I have no friends to help me now.
Oh fare you well, my own true lover
I fear I ll never see you again,
For I am bound to ride the northern railroad.
Perhaps I ll die upon the train.
Oh, you can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay.
And while you re dreaming, while you re slumbering,
While I am sleeping in the grave.
Oh, fare you well to my native country,
The place where I have loved so well,
For I have had all kinds of trouble
In this vain world, no tongue can tell.
But friends although I may be a stranger,
My face you may never see no more.
But there is one promise that s been given
Where we can meet on...
