I am a 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. 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. It's fair thee well, my old blue lover, I never intend to see you again. For I'm bound to ride that Northern Railroad, Perhaps I'll die upon this train