Oh! Susanna

I come from Alabama with a 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, don't you cry for me

cos' 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 up the hill,

A buck wheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye,

I said 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 my Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground

But if I do not find her, this man will surely die

And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't you cry.