Lyrics
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to ol' Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
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 fair thee well, my old blue lover,
I never intend to see you again.
For I'm bound to ride that Northern Railroad,
Perhaps I'll die upon this train
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