In constant sorrow

through his days

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

The place where he...

was born and raised

For six long years

I've been in trouble

no pleasure here

on earth I've 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 fair 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 that train

Perhaps he'll die

upon this train

You can bury me

in Sunny valley

for many years

where I may lay

And 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