(In constant sorrow through his days)/ I am a man of constant sorrow/ I’ve seen trouble all my day./ I bid farewell to old Kentucky/ The place where I was born and raised./ (The place where he was born and raised)./ For six long years I’ve been in trouble/ No pleasures here on earth I 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)./ 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)./ 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 he is sleeping in his 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./ (He’ll meet you on God’s golden shore).