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