I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee, I’m going to Louisiana, 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,
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 dear, a coming down the hill.
A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye,
Says I, I’m coming from the south, Susanna, don’t you cry.
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, then I will surely die,
And when I’m dead and buried, Oh, Susanna, don’t you cry.