I come from Alabama,
With my banjo on my knee,
I’m going to Louisiana,
My true love for to see;
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.

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Oh! Susanna, Oh don’t you cry for me,
For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

Oh! Susanna, Oh don’t you cry for me,
For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Susanna,
Coming down the hill;
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye;
Says I, “I’m coming from the south,
Susanna, don’t you cry.”

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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 don't find her
This man'll surely die
And when I'm dead and buried
Susanna, don't you cry

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