[Intro — instrumental] (Use sparse acoustic guitar, bowed fiddle or synth pads; build into verse) [Verse 1] I am a man of constant sorrow, I've seen trouble all my days. I bid farewell to the old world, the place the world was born and raised. These long years I've been in trouble, no pleasure in this dust I've found. Your friends will prove to be just strangers and scatter on the poison ground. [Chorus ] So fare thee well, my wife, my daughters, I never expect to see you again. Cause I'm bound to ride this iron highway until the bloody bitter end. [Verse 2] The deals you make are with the devil, the truth is just a pretty lie. Your lovers, they forget your name beneath the broken, static sky. You might think this is a new world, you might think that you've been saved, but it's the same old bloody story of the master and the enslaved. [Chorus ] So fare thee well, my wife, my daughters, I never expect to see you again. Cause I'm bound to ride this iron highway until the bloody bitter end. [Bridge ] Maybe I'll find you over the next hill, maybe I'll find you in the bottom of a bottle, but... But maybe I'll find you over the next hill, maybe I'll find you in the bottom of a bottle, but... Maybe I'll die upon this trike. [Chorus — reprise] So fare thee well, my wife, my daughters, I never expect to see you again. Cause I'm bound to ride this iron highway until the bloody bitter end. [Outro — instrumental] (Leave space for a mournful fiddle or harmonica; let the guitar fade into wind-sound textures)