In constant sorrow all through his days I am the man of constant sorrow Ive seen trouble all my days I bid farewell to ol Kentucky The place where I was born and raised The place where he was born and raised For six long years Ive been in trouble No pleasure here on Earth I find For in this world Im bound to ramble I have no friends to help me out He has no friends to help him out Kids fare the well My old true lover I never expect to see you again For Im bound to ride that Northen Railroad Perhaps Ill die upon that train Perhaps hell die upon this train You can bury me in Sunny Valley For many years where I may lay Then you may learn to love another While I am sleeping in my grave While he is sleeping in his grave Maybe your friends think im just a stranger My face youll never see no more But there is one promise that is given Ill meet you on Gods golden shore Hell meet you on Gods golden shore
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