Post N° 51

I am a man of a costant sorrowi've seen trouble all my dayi bid farewell to ald Kentuckythe place where i was born and raisedFor six long years i've been in troubleno pleasure here on heart i foundFor in this world i'm bound to ramble i have no friends to help me now              ...........Maybe your friends think i'm just stranger My face you'll never see no moreBut there is one promise that is given i'll meet you God's golden schore