In constant sorrow all through my days! 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 born and raised The place 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 ramble I have no friends to help me now I have no friends to help me now You can 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 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. I'll meet you on God's golden shore!