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 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 dear, a coming down the hill A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye Says I, I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna, don't you cry I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look around And when I find my gal Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground.
