John Hartford - Man of constant sorrow

^FI am a man of constant ^Fsorrow I've seen ^Gtrouble all my ^Fday. I bid farewell to old ^FKentucky The place where ^GI was born and ^Fraised.

The place where ^Ghe was born and ^Fraised. ^FFor six long years I've been in ^Ftrouble No pleasures ^Ghere on earth I ^Ffound For in this world I'm bound to ^Framble I have no ^Gfriends to help me ^Fnow.

He has no ^Gfriends to help ^Fhim now. ^FIt's fare thee well my old ^Flover I never ex^Gpect to see you ^Fagain For I'm bound to ride that northern ^Frailroad Perhaps I'll ^Gdie upon this ^Ftrain.

Perhaps he'll ^Gdie upon this ^Ftrain. ^FYou can bury me in some deep ^Fvalley For many ^Gyears where I may ^Flay Then you may learn to love ^Fanother While I am ^Gsleeping in my ^Fgrave.

While he is ^Gsleeping in his ^Fgrave. ^FMaybe your friends think I'm just a ^Fstranger My face you'll ^Gnever see no ^Fmore. But there is one promise that is ^Fgiven I'll meet you ^Gon God's golden ^Fshore.

He'll meet you ^Gon God's golden ^Fshore.