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 gone 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, 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's one promise that's been given, Where we can meet on the beautiful shore
