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Well I come from Alabama with  my banjo on my knee
and I'm going to Louisiana, my own true love for to see.
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.

Oh Susanna, now don't you cry for me
cause I'm bound for Louisiana with  my banjo on my knee.

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."

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.