Man Of Constant Sorrow                            
(Joan Baez)                                       
                                                  
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      
golden shore.                                     
                                                  
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'm 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 ...")