I am...
I am a man of Constant Sorrow I've seen trouble all my day. I bid fairwell 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. Its fair the 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 this train. You can bury me in some deep valley for many years where I may lay, and you may learn to love another while I'm 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 together can tell. Maybe your friends think I'm a stranger my face your'll never see no more. But there is one promise trhat is given I'll meet you on God's golden shore.