I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
I’m goin’ to Lou’siana, 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, Susannah don’t you cry.
Oh! Susannah! Now don’t you cry for me.
For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.
I had a dream the other night when everything was still
I dreamed I saw Susannah; she was 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, Susannah, don’t you cry.”
I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I’ll look around.
And when I find Susannah, I’ll fall down on the ground.
But if I do not find her, then I will surely die.
And when I’m dead and buried, Susannah, don’t you cry.