I am a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised
For six long years I’ve been in trouble
No pleasure here on earth I find
For in this world I’m bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
It’s fare thee well my own true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I’m bound to ride that Northern railroad
Perhaps I’ll die upon this train
Maybe your friends say I’m just a stranger,
My face you’ll never will see no more.
But there is one promise that is given,
I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore.