A cappella
In constant sorrow through his days

             
I am a man of 

         
constant sorro

w
             
I've seen trou

           
ble all my day

.
              
I bid farewell

        
 to old Kentuc

ky
              
The place wher

             
e I was born a

   
nd raised.

              
The place wher

             
e he was born 

    
and raised.

             
For six long y

              
ears I've been

    
 in trouble
             
No pleasures h

              
ere on earth I

 
 found
              
For in this wo

              
rld I'm bound 

   
to ramble
             
I have no frie

              
nds to help me

 
 now.

             
He has no frie

            
nds to help hi

m now.

             
It's fare thee

             
 well my old l

over
             
I never expect

            
 to see you ag

ain
              
For I'm bound 

              
to ride that n

        
orthern railro

ad
             
Perhaps I'll d

             
ie upon this t

rain.

              
Perhaps he'll 

             
die upon this 


train.

             
You can bury m

              
e in some deep

 
 valley
             
For many years

             
 where I may l

ay
              
Then you may l

             
earn to love a

nother
             
While I am sle

            
eping in my gr

ave.

             
While he is sl

              
eeping in his 


grave.

             
Maybe your fri

              
ends think I'm

        
 just a strang

er
              
My face you'll

             
 never see no 


more.
              
But there is o

              
ne promise tha

     
t is given
              
I'll meet you 

             
on God's golde

  
n shore.

              
He'll meet you

             
 on God's gold

   
en shore.