I am a man of constant sorrow,   I have seen trouble all my days,   I bid farewell to old Kentucky,   The state where I was born and raised.   For six long years I've been troubled,   No pleasure here on earth I've found,   For on this world I'm bound to ramble,   I have no friends to help me now.      Maybe you can find some other lover,   For many years while I may lay,   Maybe then you'll find (?) (to love him?),   While I am sleeping in my 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 God's golden shore