I came from Alabama
with my banjo on my knee;
I´m goin´ to Lou´siana
my true love for to 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 you cry.
Oh! Susanna, Oh! don´t you cry for me.
I´ve come from Alabama
with my banjo on my knee.
I had a dream the other night,
when ev´rything was still.
I thought I saw Susanna,
acomin´down the hill.
A buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
a tear was in her eye.
I says I´m comin´ from the South, Susanna, don´t
you cry
Oh! Susanna, ...
I soon will be in New Orleans
and then I´ll look around;
and when I find Susanna,
I´ll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her,
this man will surely die
And when I´m dead and buried,
Susanna, don´t you cry.
Oh! Susanna, ...
