I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid fair well 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 fair 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

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
A face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore