Man Of Constant Sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow, I've seen
troubles all my days. I'll bid farewell to old
Kentucky, The state where I was born and raised.
All through this world I'm bound to ramble,
Through sun and wind and driving rain, I'm bound
to ride the Northern Railway. Perhaps I'll take
the very next train.
Your friends may think that I'm a stranger, My
face you'll never see no more. There is a
promise that is given, I'll see you on God's
I always thought I had seen trouble, Now I know
it's common run. I'll hang my head and weep in
sorrow, Just to think on what you've done.
And when I am in some lonesome hour, And I am
feeling all alone, I'll weep the briny tears of
sorrow, And think of you so far a-gone.
(repeat "I am a man...")