And I came from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
And I’m going to Louisiana where my true love waits for me
And it rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna don’t you cry

Oh Susanna oh don’t you cry for me
For I’m going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee

I had a dream the other night, when ev’rything was still
I thought I saw Susanna, acoming down the hill
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye
Says, I’m coming from the south, Susanna don’t you cry

I soon will be in New Orleans and then I’ll look around
And when I find Susanna, I’ll fall upon the ground
But if I do not find her, this boy will surely die
And when I’m dead and buried, Susanna don’t you cry


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