I am a man of constant sorrow
I have seen trouble all my dears
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 nelver 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, there I may lay
And while you're dreaming, while you're slumbering
While I am sleeping in the clay
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 nelver see no more
But there's one promise that's been given,
Where we can meet on that beautiful shore