maybe your friends think i m a stranger
For i have seen all kinds of trouble, it s fare thee well my own true lover, i bid farewell to old kentucky
While i am sleeping in my grave, then you may learn to love another
the places i have loved so well
Maybe your friends think i m a stranger, perhaps i ll die upon this train, i bid farewell to old kentucky
I ll meet you on god s golden shore, for many years where i may lay Brothers, perhaps i ll die upon this train
i am a man of constant sorrow
Maybe your friends think i m a stranger, while i am sleeping in my grave
i bid farewell to old kentucky
For i m bound to ride that northern railroad, i never expect to see you again, i bid farewell to old kentucky
i am a man of constant sorrow
While i am sleeping in my grave, no pleasure here on earth i find, for in this world i m bound to ramble
perhaps i ll die upon this train
No pleasure here on earth i find, i bid farewell to old kentucky
then you may learn to love another
I am a man of constant sorrow, for i m bound to ride that northern railroad, in this cruel world no tongue can tell
For in this world i m bound to ramble, my face your ll never see no more
Perhaps i ll die upon this train, in this cruel world no tongue can tell, in this cruel world no tongue can tell
For in this world i m bound to ramble, i bid farewell to old kentucky, the place where i was born and raised
It s fare you well to a native country, while i am sleeping in my grave