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, don't you cry for me 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 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. I soon will be in New Orleans and then I'll look around And when I find my gal 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.