MAN OF CONSTANT SORROW
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all of my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
Place where I was born and raised
All thru this earth I'm bound to ramble
Thru storm and wind, thru sleet and rain
I'm bound to ride that Northern railroad
Perhaps I'll take the very next train
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
It's fare you well, my own true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll take the very next train
Your friends they say that I'm a stranger
You'll never see my face no more
There is just one promise that's give
We'll meet on God's golden shore
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all of my days
I'm going back to California
Place where I was partly raised
Recorded by Baez
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