Man Of Constant Sorrow

I am a man of constant sorrow,
 I have seen trouble all my days.
 I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
 The place where I was borned and raised.
 Oh, for six long years I've been in trouble,
 My pleasure here on earth is done.
 For in this world I have to ramble,
 I have no friends to help me now.
 Oh fare you well, my own true lover,
 I fear I'll never see you again.
 For I am bound to ride the northern railroad,
 Perhaps I'll die upon the train.
 Oh, you can bury me in some deep valley,
 For many years where I may lay.
 And while you're dreaming, while you're slumbering,
 While I am sleeping in the grave.
 Oh, it's fare you well to my native country,
 The place where I have loved so well.
 For I have had all kinds of trouble,
 In this vain world, no tongue can tell.
 But friends although I may be a stranger,
 My face you may never see no more.
 But there is one promise that's been given,
 Where we can meet on a beatiful shore.