Mike Moxcey ©2005

1. Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
    and I'm going to Lousiana my own true love for to see.
    Well it rained all night the day I left, the weather was bone dry.
    The sun so hot I froze myself, Susanna don't you cry.

ch: Oh Susanna, don't you cry for me
      cause I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee


2. I had a dream the other night when everything was still.
    I dreamed I saw my gal Susanne, she was coming around the hill.
    A buckwheat cake was in her mouth a tear was in her eye.
    I said, "I'm bound for Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry."
3. I soon will be in New Orleans and then I'll look all around,
    and when I find Susanna I'll fall upon the ground.
    But if I do not find her then I will surely die,
    and when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't you cry.