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Survivors making their way to NW Airfield
I am the man of constant sorrowI've seen trouble all my daysI bid farewell to ol' KentuckyThe place where I was born and raised.The place where he was born and raisedFor six long years I've been in trouble,no pleasure here on earth I've foundFor in this world, I'm bound to ramble,I have no friends to help me now.He has no friends to help him nowIt's fair thee well, my old true lover,I never expect to see you again.For I'm bound to ride that Northern Railroad,perhaps I'll die upon this trainPerhaps he'll die upon this trainYou can bury me in some deep valley,For many years where I may lay.And you may learn to love anotherwhile I am sleeping in my grave.While he is sleeping in his graveMaybe your friends think I'm just a strangerMy face you never will see no moreBut there is one promise that is given,I'll meet you on Gods golden shoreHe'll meet you on God's golden shore