I came from Alabama with a banjo on my knee I’m goin’ 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 
Chorus Oh, Susanna, Oh, don’t you cry for me I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee 
I had a dream the other night when every thing was still I dreamed I saw Susanna a-coming o’er the hill The buckwheat cakes was in her mouth, and the tears was in her eye Says I, 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 man’ll surely die And when I’m dead and buried, Susanna, don’t you cry 
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