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
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 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
For I come from Alabama,
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
For I come from Alabama,
with my banjo on my knee.