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...