(In constant sorrow, all through his days.)
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I am the man of constant sorrow
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I've seen trouble all my days
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I bid farewell to ol' Kentucky
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The place where I was born and raised.
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(The place where he was born and raised)
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For six long years I've been in trouble,
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no pleasure here on earth I've found
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For in this world, I'm bound to ramble,
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I have no friends to help me now.
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(He has no friends to help him now)
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It's fair thee well, my old true lover,
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I ne¡¯er expect to see you again.
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For I'm bound to ride that Northern Railroad,
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perhaps I'll die upon this train
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(Perhaps he'll die upon this train)
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You can bury me in some deep valley,
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For many years where I may lay.
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And you may learn to love another
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while I am sleeping in my grave.
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(While he is sleeping in his grave)
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Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
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My face you¡¯ll never see no more
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But there is one promise that is given,
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I'll meet you on Gods golden shore
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(He'll meet you on God's golden shore)
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I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow
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