John Hartford - Man Of Constant Sorrow

^GI am a man of constant ^Csorrow I've seen ^Dtrouble all my ^Gday. I bid farewell to old ^CKentucky The place where ^DI was born and ^Graised.

The place where ^Dhe was born and ^Graised. ^GFor six long years I've been in ^Ctrouble No pleasures ^Dhere on earth I ^Gfound For in this world I'm bound to ^Cramble I have no ^Dfriends to help me ^Gnow.

He has no ^Dfriends to help ^Ghim now. ^GIt's fare thee well my old ^Clover I never ex^Dpect to see you ^Gagain For I'm bound to ride that northern ^Crailroad Perhaps I'll ^Ddie upon this ^Gtrain.

Perhaps he'll ^Ddie upon this ^Gtrain. ^GYou can bury me in some deep ^Cvalley For many ^Dyears where I may ^Glay Then you may learn to love ^Canother While I am ^Dsleeping in my ^Ggrave.

While he is ^Dsleeping in his ^Ggrave. ^GMaybe your friends think I'm just a ^Cstranger My face you'll ^Dnever see no ^Gmore. But there is one promise that is ^Cgiven I'll meet you ^Don God's golden ^Gshore.

He'll meet you ^Don God's golden ^Gshore.