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