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 *