I
come from Alabama with a banjo on my
knee,
I´m
going to Louisiana, my true love
for t
o 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 yo
u cry.
Oh, Susanna,
don´t you cry fo
r me
with my banjo
on my
knee.
I
had a dream the other night when everything was
still,
I
thought I saw Susanna coming
up th
e hill,
The
buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her
eye,
I
said I´m coming from Dixieland, Susanna
don´t yo
u cry.
Oh, Susanna,
don´t you cry fo
r me
with my banjo
on my
knee.
I
soon will be in New Orleans, and then I´ll look
around
And
when I find my gal Susanne, I´ll fall
upon th
e ground.
But
if I do not find her, this darkey´ll surely
die,
and
when I´m dead and buried, Susanna
don´t yo
u cry.
Oh, Susanna,
don´t you cry fo
r me
with my banjo
on my
knee.