I come from Alabama
with my banjo on my knee, I’m goin’ to Louisiana my true love for to see. It rained all night the day I left, The sun so hot I froze to death, Susannah, don’t you cry. O Susannah, oh don’t you cry for me. 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 Susannah a-comin’ down the hill. A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye. Says I am comin’ from the south, Susannah don’t you cry. And when I get to New Orleans I’ll look all round and round. And when I find Susannah I’ll fall upon the ground. And if I do not find her this fella will surely die. And when I’m dead and buried, Susannah don’t you cry. Susannah, don’t you cry. O Susannah, oh don’t you cry for me. |