Lyrics:

In constant sorrow, all through his daysI am a man of constant sorrowI''ve seen trouble all my daysI bid farewell to old KentuckyThe place where I was born and raisedThe place where he was born and raisedFor six long years I''ve been in troubleNo pleasure here on earth I foundFor in this world I''m bound to rambleI have no friends to help me nowHe has no friends to help him nowIt''s fare thee well, my old true loverI never expect to see you againFor I''m bound to ride that northern railroadPerhaps I''ll die upon this trainPerhaps he''ll die upon this trainYou can bury me in some deep valleyFor many years where I may layThen you may learn to love anotherWhile I am sleeping in my graveWhile he is sleeping in his graveMaybe your friends think I''m just a strangerMy face you never will see no moreBut there is one promise that is givenI''ll meet you on God''s golden shoreHe''ll meet you on God''s golden shore