C
Well, I come from Alabama
C G
With my banjo on my knee
C
I'm going to Louisiana,
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My true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left
The weather was bone dry
And the sun so hot,I froze to death
Susanna, don't you cry
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Oh, Susanna,
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don't you cry for me
C
I come from Alabama
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With my banjo on my knee
Well, I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed I saw Susanna
A-coming down the hill
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth
The tear was in her eye
Said I'm coming from the south
Susanna, don't you cry
Chorus
Well, I'll soon will be in New Orleans and when I do arrive
I'll go and find Suzanna if she still is still alive
And if I do not find that girl then I will surely die
And when I'm buried in my grave, Suzanna don't you cry
Chorus
Fiddle
Fiddle and acoustic guitar
Repeat 1st verse