I Acome from Alabama with a banjo on myE knee,
I'm Agoing to Louisiana, my true loveE for tAo see
It Arained all night the day I left, the weather it wasE dry
The Asun so hot I froze to death; Susanna,E don't yoAu cry.
DOh, Susanna,A don't you cry foEr me
For I Acome from Alabama,
with my banjo Eon myA knee.
I Ahad a dream the other night when everything wasE still,
I Athought I saw Susanna comingE up thAe hill,
The Abuckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in herE eye,
I Asaid I'm coming from Dixieland, SusannaE don't yoAu cry.
DOh, Susanna,A don't you cry foEr me
For I Acome from Alabama,
with my banjo Eon myA knee.
I Asoon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look Earound
And Awhen I find my gal Susanne, I'll fall Eupon thAe ground.
But Aif I do not find her, this darkey'll surelyE die,
and Awhen I'm dead and buried, SusannaE don't yoAu cry.
DOh, Susanna,A don't you cry foEr me
For I Acome from Alabama,
with my banjo Eon myA knee.