Man of Constant Sorrow
Traditional
I am a man of constant sorrow
I have seen trouble all my day
I've bid farewell to old Kentucky
A state where I 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 travel
I have no friends to help me now
You may bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I'm sleeping in my grave
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face, you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
