F C
Oh I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee,
F C F
I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see
F C
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
F C F
The sun so hot I froze to death; Susanna, don't you cry.
Bb F C
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
F
For I come from Alabama,
C F
with my banjo on my knee.
F C
I had a dream the other night when everything was still,
F C F
I thought I saw Susanna coming up the hill,
F C
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye,
F C F
I said I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry.
Bb F C
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
F
For I come from Alabama,
C F
with my banjo on my knee.
F C
I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look around
F C F
And when I find my gal Susanne, I'll fall upon the ground.
F C
But if I do not find her, this darkey'll surely die,
F C F
and when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't you cry.
Bb F C
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
F
For I come from Alabama,
C F
with my banjo on my knee.
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