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| F | C | F | | In constant | sorrow through his | days |
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| F | Bb | | I am a man of constant | sorrow |
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| C | F | | I've seen | trouble all my | day. |
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| Bb | | I bid farewell to old Ken | tucky |
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| C | F | | The place where | I was born and | raised. |
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| C | F | | 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 pleasures here on earth I 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 fare thee well my old lover |
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I never 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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Then 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 God's golden shore. |
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He'll meet you on God's golden shore. |
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