I come from Alabama with my 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
Oh, Susanna, oh don't you cry for me For 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 a-coming down the hill The buckwheat cake was in her mouth The tear was in her eye Says I, I'm coming from the south Susanna, don't you cry @America @minstrel @music filename[ OSUSANNA SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY