Oh, I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
Going to Louisiana, my true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left, the weather was bone dry
The sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna don't you cry
Oh, Susanna! Oh don't you cry for me
Oh I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
I had a dream the other night, when everything was still
I dreamed I saw Susanna just standing on that hill
A red red rose was in her hand, a tear was in her eye
I said I come from Dixieland, Susanna, don't you cry
Oh, Susanna! Oh don't you cry for me
Oh I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
And when I get to New Orleans, I'll take a look around,
And when I find Susanna, I'll fall down on the ground.
But if my love's not standing there then I will surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry.
Oh Susanna! Oh don't you cry for me
Oh I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
credits
from Song of the Week III,
track released July 3, 2014
Songwriter: Steven Foster
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