I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my days I bid farewell to old Kentucky The place where I was born and raised For six long years I've been in trouble No pleasure here on earth I find For in this world I'm bound to ramble I have no friends to help me now It's fare thee well my own 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 You can bury me in some deep valley For many years where I may lay Then you may learn to love another While I am sleeping in my grave It's fare you well to a native country The places I have loved so well For I have seen all kinds of trouble In this cruel world no tongue can tell Maybe your friends think I'm a stranger My face your'll never see no more But there is one promise that is given I'll meet you on God's golden shore