Man of Constant Sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid goodbye to old Kentucky
There place where I was born and raised
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasure here on Earth I found
For in this world I'm about to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
Well it's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound I'm about to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train
You can burry me in some deep valley
For many years I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I'm sitting in my grave
Writer/s: Prokop, Traditionnal
