Roscoe Holcomb I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow
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
For six long years, I've been in trouble
There's no pleasure here on Earth I found
For in this world, I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
Fare you well, my own true lover
I never expects to see you no more
For I'm bound to ride that Northern Railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon that train
You may bury me in some deep valley
For many years there, I may lay
Then you can learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
Maybe your friends thinks I'm a stranger
My face you'll never will see no more
But there is one promise that I'm giving
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
