"Oh Susanna" lyrics

"Oh Susanna"

Well, I come from Alabama with
My banjo on my knee
I'm goin' to Louisiana 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

Oh Susanna
Don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama with
My banjo on my knee

Well, I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed I saw Susanna
A-comin' down the hill
A buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
I said "I'm comin' from the south
Susanna, don't you cry"

Oh Susanna
Don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama with
My banjo on my knee

Well, I soon will be at New Orleans and when I do arrive
I'll go and find our Susanna
If she is still alive
And if I do not find that girl
Well, I will surely die
Oo, when I'm buried in my grave
Susanna, don't you cry

Oh Susanna
Don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama with
My banjo on my knee


Writer(s): Frazey Obadiah Ford, Patricia Klein, Samantha Parton
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