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I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my days I bid farewell to old Kentucky The place where I borned and reined 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 thee well my old lover I never expect to see you again For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad Perhaps I'll die upon this train You can bury me in some deep valley For many years where I may lay Then you may learn to love another While I am sleeping in my grave Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger My face you'll never see no more But there is one promise that is given I'll meet you on God's golden shore From Letras Mania