I fell in love one summer and it led me to believe
There must be someone for everyone and losers such as me.
A dark-haired girl surveyed me, her brown eyes scanned my soul.
I melted like a glacier feeling ill at ease and hollow.
Her everlasting gazes said all I longed to know.
I knew I need not always be this man of constant sorrows.
A man of constant sorrows. A man of constant sorrows. Sorrows, sorrows. 
I’m gonna tell you all about my blues tomorrow.

I had so much to tell her, my loving to declare.
But I couldn’t even say my name or string two words together.
She said “What’s your trouble, man child?
Come on and take my hand. I need you for someone to love,
Someone who understands.”
Well, I didn’t need persuading. I’d had my fill of woes.
I didn’t want to always be this man of constant sorrows.
A man of constant sorrows. A man of constant sorrows, sorrows, sorrows.
I’m gonna tell you all about my blues tomorrow.

A man of constant sorrows. A man of constant sorrows. A man of constant sorrows. 
I’m gonna tell you all about my blues tomorrow. 
I’m gonna tell you all about my blues tomorrow.
I’m gonna tell you all tomorrow.