A Maid Of Constant Sorrow
(a.k.a A Man Of Constant Sorrow)
Words & Music:
Traditional American
A
D
I am a maid of constant sorrow
Bm
Em
I've known trouble all my
days.
A D
I'm going back to California [orig: IÕll bid farewell to old Kentucky]
Bm Em
Place where I was partly
raised. [orig: The state where I was born &
raised]
All through this world I'm
bound to ramble
Through storm & wind,
through sleet & rain.
I'm bound to ride that
northern railroad.
Perhaps I'll take the very
next train.
Your friends, they say I am a
stranger.
You'll never see my face no
more.
There is a promise that's
given:
We will sail God's golden
shore.
I always thought I
had seen trouble,
Now I know it's
common run.
I'll hang my head
and weep in sorrow,
Just to think on
what you've done.
And when I'm in
some lonesome hour,
And I am feeling
all alone,
I'll weep the
briny tears of sorrow,
And think of you
so far a-gone.
For six long years
I've been in trouble.
No pleasure here
on earth I find.
For in this world
I'm bound to ramble.
I have no friends
to help me now.
It's fare thee
well my own true lover.
I never expect to
see you again.
For I'm bound to
ride that northern railroad.
Perhaps I'll die
upon this train.
You can bury me in
some deep valley.
For many years
where I may lay.
Then you may learn
to love another.
While I am
sleeping in my grave.
I am a maid of constant sorrow
I've known trouble all my
days.
I'm going back to California
Place where I was partly
raised.