I am a man of constant sorrow
I have seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The State where I was born and raised.
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 travel
I have no friends to help me now.
You may 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.
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore.
Man of Constant Sorrow (Another
Version)
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all of my days
I'll bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
Oh, six long year I've been blind, friends
My pleasures here on earth are done
In this world I have to ramble
For I have no parents to help me now.
So fare you well my own true lover
I fear I never see you again
For I'm bound to ride the Northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon the train.
Oh, you may bury me in some deep valley
For many year there I may lay
Oh, when you're dreaming while you're slumbering
While I am sleeping in the clay.
Oh, fare you well to my native country
The place where I have loved so well
For I have all kinds of trouble
In this vain world no tongue can tell.
Dear friends, although I may be a stranger
My face you may never see no more
But there's a promise that is given
Where we can meet on that beautiful shore.