I come from Alabama with a 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. Chorus Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me cos' 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 coming up the hill, A buck wheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye, I said 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 my 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.
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864) [an adaptation] [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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