MAN OF CONSTANT SORROW Geoff Castellucci

In constant sorrow all through his days
I a man of constant sorrow
Well, I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised
The place where he was born and raised

For six long years, I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on Earth, I've found
For in this world, I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
He has no friends to help him now

Whoa, it's fare thee well, my old true lover
Well, I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ridе that northern railroad
Perhaps, I'll die upon that train
Pеrhaps, he'll die upon that train

Now, now, now, take me to the water
Let me wash my sin away
I've been travelin' down this road
And how my soul has gone astray
I can feel it like a bullet no matter where I tread
All my days, I have been runnin'
From these ghosts within my head