I
am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day
And I
bid farewell to the modest city
The place where I was born and raised
The place where we were born and raised
Anger,
misery,
you suffer unto me Harvester of sorrow
Language of the man Harvester
of sorrow
You
can't 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
While he is sleeping in his grave Anger, misery,
you suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow Language of the man
Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the man Harvester of sorrow
Language of the man Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of sorrow Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of sorrow Harvester of constant sorrow
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