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I am a man of constant sorrow |
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I've seen trouble all my days |
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And I bid farewell to old Kentucky |
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The place where I was born and raised |
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The place where he was born and raised |
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For six long years I've been in trouble |
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No pleasures here on earth I found |
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For in this world I'm bound to ramble |
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I have no friends to help me now |
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He has no friends to help him now |
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So it's fare thee well my old true lover |
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I never expect to see you again |
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For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad |
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Perhaps I'll die upon this train |
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Perhaps he'll die upon this train |
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You can bury me in some dark holler |
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For many years where I may lay |
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Then you may learn to love another |
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While I am sleeping in my grave |
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While he is sleeping in his grave |
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Maybe your friends think that I'm just a stranger |
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My face you never will see no more |
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But there is one promise that is given |
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I'll meet you on God's golden shore |
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He'll meet you on God's golden shore |