I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee. I'm goin' to Louisiana now; my true love for to see. It rained all night the day we left, The weather it was dry; The sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna, dontcha you cry.
Oh! Susanna, dontcha 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 thought I saw Susanna dear, A-coming down the hill. A buckweat cake was in her mouth, A tear was in her eye. I said, I'm coming from the south, Susanna, dontcha you cry.
Oh! Susanna, dontcha cry for me; I come from Alabama, with a banjo on my knee.