In constant sorrow all through his days

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

The place where he was born and raised

For six long years I've been in trouble

No pleasure here on Earth I found

For in this world I'm bound to ramble

I have no friends to help me now

He has no friends to help him now

It's fare-thee-well my old true lover

I never expect to see you again

For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad

Perhaps I'll die upon that train

Perhaps he'll die upon this train

You can bury me in some deep valley

For many years where I may lay

And you may learn to love another

While I am sleeping in my grave

While he is sleeping in his grave

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger

My face you never see no more

But there is one promise that is given

I'll meet you on God's golden shore

He'll meet you on God's golden shore