Lyrics
No pleasure here on earth i find, the place where i was born and raised
I am a man of constant sorrow, for in this world i m bound to ramble Of, i am a man of constant sorrow
I never expect to see you again, in this cruel world no tongue can tell, the places i have loved so well
I ll meet you on god s golden shore, for six long years i ve been in trouble Am, the place where i was born and raised
I have no friends to help me now, while i am sleeping in my grave Trapper, it s fare thee well my own true lover
While i am sleeping in my grave, maybe your friends think i m a stranger
i ll meet you on god s golden shore
but there is one promise that is given
For in this world i m bound to ramble, maybe your friends think i m a stranger
I never expect to see you again, i ve seen trouble all my days
For six long years i ve been in trouble, i bid farewell to old kentucky
For six long years i ve been in trouble, it s fare you well to a native country
For six long years i ve been in trouble, it s fare thee well my own true lover, i am a man of constant sorrow
I have no friends to help me now, you can bury me in some deep valley, while i am sleeping in my grave
for in this world i m bound to ramble
I ll meet you on god s golden shore, for many years where i may lay, then you may learn to love another
For in this world i m bound to ramble, you can bury me in some deep valley
i never expect to see you again
i ve seen trouble all my days
but there is one promise that is given
you can bury me in some deep valley
You can bury me in some deep valley, i never expect to see you again
No pleasure here on earth i find, i ve seen trouble all my days
for i have seen all kinds of trouble
For i m bound to ride that northern railroad, i ve seen trouble all my days
I never expect to see you again, then you may learn to love another
For i m bound to ride that northern railroad, in this cruel world no tongue can tell, i never expect to see you again
For in this world i m bound to ramble, it s fare thee well my own true lover Trapper, i have no friends to help me now
It s fare thee well my own true lover, you can bury me in some deep valley
For i m bound to ride that northern railroad, i have no friends to help me now
Perhaps i ll die upon this train, i am a man of constant sorrow, while i am sleeping in my grave
for many years where i may lay
For i have seen all kinds of trouble, i never expect to see you again
while i am sleeping in my grave
The place where i was born and raised, in this cruel world no tongue can tell Of, in this cruel world no tongue can tell
My face your ll never see no more, perhaps i ll die upon this train Of, perhaps i ll die upon this train
In this cruel world no tongue can tell, it s fare you well to a native country, for many years where i may lay
i bid farewell to old kentucky
While i am sleeping in my grave, i never expect to see you again
Maybe your friends think i m a stranger, for many years where i may lay, for i have seen all kinds of trouble
It s fare you well to a native country, i never expect to see you again, i ll meet you on god s golden shore
For i m bound to ride that northern railroad, perhaps i ll die upon this train
