Man Of Constant Sorrow

I have been a man of constant sorrows
Lord, it's been trouble all my days
I'll bid farewell to Fentress County
To the place I was born and raised

Farewell dear girl. I'm bound to leave you
You may think I'm doing you wrong
But nature binds on [C7]me to [C7]ɾamble
And leave this home, where I've been so long.

Kind miss, kind miss go and [Bm]ask your mother
If you [A7can be [Am]a bride of mine
If she says yes, then come and [Bm]tell me
If she says no, I'll go away

But I'm bound to [C7]ɾide that Southern ɾailroad
I aim to [C7]go one thousand [Bm]miles

Oh while you [A7were sleeping, while you [A7were slumbering
I am sleeping in the clay