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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