The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen troubles all my days
I'll bid farewell to old Kentucky the state where I was born and raised

All through this world I'm bound to ramble through sun and rain
And driving rain I'm bound to ride that Northern Railway perhaps I'll take the very next train

Your friends may say that I'm a stranger my face you'll see no more
There is a promise that is given I'll see you on God golden shore

I always thought I'd seen trouble now I know it's common run
I'll hang my head and weep in sorrow just tot hink on what you've done

And when I'm in some lonesome hour and I'm feeling all alone
I'll weep the briny tears of sorrow and think of you so far-a-gone

Oh, I'm a man of constant sorrow, etc.

Data entry tech comment:

Joan Baez's version.
 

Where learned: Joan Baez tape