O Susannah! (64)
Stephen Foster
Arr. Jonathan Crutchfield

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.