I am the man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to ol' 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 pleasure 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
It's fair thee well, my old 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
Perhaps he'll die upon this train
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
And you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to ol' 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 pleasure 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
It's fair thee well, my old 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
Perhaps he'll die upon this train
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
And you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
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