In constant sorrow . . all through his days.
I . . am a man . . of constant sorrow,
I've seen trou . . ble all my days,
I . . bid farewell . . to old Kentucky,
The place where I . . was borned and raised,
(The place where he . . was borned and raised).
For . . six long years . . I've been in trouble,
No pleasure here . . on earth I find,
For . . in this world . . I'm bound to ramble,
I have no friends . . to help me now,
(He has no friends . . to help him now).
It's fare . . thee-ee well . . my own 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 deep valley,
For many years . . where I may lay,
Then . . you may learn . . to love another,
While I am slee . . ping in my grave,
(While he is slee . . ping in his grave).
May . . be your friends think . . I'm just a stranger,
My face you ne . . ver will see no more,
But . . there is one pro . . mise that is given,
I'll meet you on . . G-d's golden shore,
(He'll meet you on . . G-d's golden shore).
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