In constant sorrow all through my 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 I was born and raised
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasures here on earth I found
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
I have no friends to help me now
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
While I am sleeping in my grave
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given
meet you on God's golden shore
I'll meet you on God's golden shore