I am a man of constant sorrow I have seen trouble all my days I bid farewell to old Kentucky The State where I was born and raised 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 travel I have no friends to help me now You may bury me in some deep valley For many years where I may lay Then you may learn to love another While I am sleeping in my grave 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