In constant sorrow all through his days



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.



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 expected 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 Sunny Valley,

For many years there I may lay.

And you will learn to love another

while I am sleeping in my grave.



While he is sleeping in his grave



Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger

My face you never will see no more

But there is one promise that is given,

I'll meet you on Gods golden shore



He'll meet you on God's golden shore