I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my day. I bid farewell to old Kentucky The State where I was born and raised.
For six long years I've been in trouble No pleasures here on earth I found For in this world I'm bound to ramble I have no friends to help me now.
It's fare thee well my only lover I never expect to see you again For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad Perhaps I'll die upon this train.
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.