I Am a Man Of Constant Sorrow
In constant sorrow all through his days!
Well I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my days.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The place where I was borned and bred.
The place where he was borned and bred!
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.
He has no friends to help him now!
Well, it's fare thee well my old 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!
Well you can bury me in some deep valley,
For many years where I may dwell.
Well, then you may learn to love another,
While I am sleepin' in my grave.
While he is sleepin' in his grave!
Well, maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger,
A face you never will see no more.
But there is one promise that is given;
I'll meet you on god's golden shore.
He'll meet you on god's golden shore!...
Writer/s: Jörgen Elofsson