I am a man of constant sorrow,
I have seen trouble all my days.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The place where I was borned and raised.
Oh, for six long years I've been in trouble,
My pleasure here on earth is done.
For in this world I have to ramble,
I have no friends to help me now.
Oh fare you well, my own true lover,
I fear I'll never see you again.
For I am bound to ride the northern
railroad, Perhaps I'll die upon the train.
Oh, you can bury me in some deep valley,
For many years where I may lay.
And while you're dreaming, while you're slumbering,
While I am sleeping in the grave.
Oh, it's fare you well to my native country,
The place where I have loved so well.
For I have had all kinds of trouble,
In this vain world, no tongue can tell.
But friends although I may be a stranger,
My face you may never see no more.
But there is one promise that's been
given, Where we can meet on a beatiful shore.

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