{title: I'm a man of constant sorrow} {artist: Soggy Bottom Boys} {time: 4/4} {tempo: 85} {key: F} {meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06} {start_of_part: Intro} [F] [Bb] [C7] [F] (In constant [C7]sorrow through his [F]days) {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 1} [F]I am a man of constant [Bb]sorrow, I've seen [C7]trouble all my [F]day. [F]I bid farewell to old Ken[Bb]tucky, the place where [C7]I was born and [F]raised. (The place where [C7]he was born and [F]raised) {end_of_verse} {start_of_part: Solo} [F] [Bb] [C7] [F] {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 2} [F]For six long years I've been in [Bb]trouble, no pleasures [C7]here on earth I [F]found [F]For in this world I'm bound to [Bb]ramble, I have no [C7]friends to help me [F]now. (He has no [C7]friends to help him [F]now) {end_of_verse} {start_of_part: Solo} [F] [Bb] [C7] [F] {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 3} [F]It's fare thee well my old [Bb]lover, I never ex[C7]pect to see you a[F]gain [F]For I'm bound to ride that northern [Bb]railroad, perhaps I'll [C7]die upon this [F]train. (Perhaps he'll [C7]die upon this [F]train) {end_of_verse} {start_of_part: Solo} [F] [Bb] [C7] [F] {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 4} [F]You can bury me in some deep [Bb]valley, for many [C7]years where I may [F]lay [F]Then you may learn to love a[Bb]nother, while I am [C7]sleeping in my [F]grave. (While he is [C7]sleeping in his [F]grave) {end_of_verse} {start_of_part: Solo} [F] [Bb] [C7] [F] {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 5} [F]Maybe your friends think I'm just a [Bb]stranger, my face you'll [C7]never see no [F]more. [F]But there is one promise that is [Bb]given, I'll meet you [C7]on God's golden [F]shore. (He'll meet you [C7]on God's golden [F]shore) {end_of_verse}