Emry Arthur /Man Of Constant Sorrow I am a man of constant sorrow, I have seen trouble all my days I bid farewell to old Kentucky The state where I was borned and raised. Oh, for six long years Ive been in trouble My pleasure here on earth is done. For in this world I have to ramble I have no friends to help me now. Oh fare you well, my own true lover I fear Ill never see you again, For I am bound to ride the northern railroad Perhaps Ill die upon the train. Oh, you can bury me in some deep valley For many years where I may lay. And while youre dreaming, while youre slumbering, While I am sleeping in the grave. Oh, fare you well to my native country, The place where I have loved so well, For I have had all kinds of trouble In this vain world, no tongue can tell. But friends although I may be a stranger, My face you may never see no more. But theres one promise thats been given Where we can meet on a secret shore
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 00:08:11 +0000
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