I am a man of constant sorrow I’ve seen trouble all of my days I bid farewell to old Kentucky Place where I was born and raised 
All thru this earth I’m bound to ramble Thru storm and wind, thru sleet and rain I’m bound to ride that Northern railroad Perhaps I’ll take the very next train 
For six long years I’ve been in trouble No pleasure here on earth I’ve found For in this world I’m bound to ramble I have no friends to help me now 
It’s fare you well, my own true lover I never expect to see you again For I’m bound to ride that northern railroad Perhaps I’ll take the very next train 
Your friends they say that I’m a stranger You’ll never see my face no more There is just one promise that’s give We’ll meet on God’s golden shore 
I am a man of constant sorrow I’ve seen trouble all of my days I’m going back to California Place where I was partly raised 
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