MAN OF CONSTANT SORROW
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I am a man of constant sorrow,
I have seen trouble all my day.
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I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The state where I 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 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.