| I am a man of constant sorrow
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| I’ve seen trouble on my days
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| I bid farewell to old Kentucky
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| The place where I was born and raised
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| The place where I was born and raised
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| For six long years
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| I’ve seen in trouble
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| Little pleasures have 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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| I have no friends to help me now
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| Well I’m a man, I’m a man
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| I’m a man of constant sorrow
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| I’m a man, I’m a man
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| I’m a man of no tomorrow
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| I’ve seen trouble all my days
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| It’s time for goodbyes my old lover
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| I don’t think I’ll see you again
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| For I’m bound to ride that Southern Railroad perhaps I’ll die on this train
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| Perhaps I’ll die on this train
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| Well I’m a man, I’m a man
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| I’m a man of constant sorrow
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| I’m a man, I’m a man
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| I’m a man of no tomorrow
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| I’ve seen trouble on my days
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| You can just bury me in some deep valley
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| For many years I may lay
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| Then you may learn to love another
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| While I’m sleeping now cold in my grave
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| I’m sleeping cold in my grave
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| I’m sleeping cold in my grave
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| Well I’m a man, I’m a man
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| I’m a man of constant sorrow
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| I’m a man, I’m a man
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| I’m a man of no tomorrow
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| I’ve seen trouble all my days
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| I’ve seen trouble all my days
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| I’ve seen trouble all my days |