Man of Constant Sorrow     The Soggy Bottom Boys

 

Capo up 3 frets

 

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In constant sorro-ow, all thru his days.

 

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I-I am a man, of constant sorrow. I’ve seen trouble, all my days.

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I-I bid farewell, to old Kentucky, The place where I-I, was born and raised.

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The place where he-e, was born and raised.

 

Inst. D G A D

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Fo-or six long years, I’ve been in trouble, no pleasure he-re, on earth I found.

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Fo-or in this world, I’m bound to ramble, I have no frie-ends to help me out.

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He has no frie-ends to help him out.

 

Inst. D G A D

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Aa-and fare thee well, my own true lover, I never ‘spect t’see you again.

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Fo-or, I’m bound to ri-ide, that northern railroad, perhaps I’ll di-ie, upon that train.

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Perhaps he’ll di-ie, upon that train.

 

Inst. D G A D.

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Yo-ou can bury me, in sunny valley, for many years, where I may lay.

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Aa-and you may learn, to love another, while I am sleeping in my grave.

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While he is slee-eeping in his grave.

 

Inst. D G A D

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May-ybe your friends think, I’m just a stranger, my face you’ll ne-ever see no more.

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Bu-ut there is one pro-omise that is given, I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore,

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He’ll meet you o-on God’s golden shore.