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.
Oh! Susanna, Oh! don't you cry for me.
I come from Alabama, with a banjo on my knee.
I had a dream the other night when everything was still,
I dreamt I saw Susanna coming up the hill,
The red, red rose was in her hand, the tear was in her eye,
I said I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry.
Oh! Susanna, Oh! don't you cry for me.
I come from Alabama, with a banjo on my knee.
I soon will be in New Orleans and then I'll look around.
And when I find Susanne, I'll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find you 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.
I come from Alabama, with a banjo on my knee.
Oh! Susanna, Oh! don't you cry for me.
I come from Alabama, with a banjo on my knee.