I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow - Alison Krauss, Union Station

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.

For six long years I’ve been in trouble

No pleasure here on earth I find

For in this world I’m bound to ramble

I have no friends to help me now.

It’s fare thee well my own 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.

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.

It’s fare you well to a native country

The places I have loved so well

For I have seen all kinds of trouble

In this cruel world no tongue can tell.

Maybe your friends think I’m a stranger

My face your’ll never see no more

But there is one promise that is given

I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore…