Man Of Constant Sorrow (Pm 3289, L-957-2)

I am a man of constant sorrow
I have seen trouble all my days
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 friend to help me now
Oh, fare you well, my own true lover
I fear I'll never 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 never see no more
But there's one promise that's been given
Where we can meet on that beautiful shore