A E7 1/ I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee, A E7 A I’m going from Louisiana my true loved one to see. 2/ It rained all night the day I left, the weather was so dry, The sun so hot I froze to death. Susanna, don’t you cry! D A E7 Ref: Oh, Susanna! Oh, don’t you cry for me! A D A E7 A I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. 3/ I had a dream the other night when every thing was still. I thought I saw Susanna coming down the hill. 4/ A buckwheat cake was in her mouth. A tear was in her eye. I said to her: I’m coming, girl. Susanna, don’t you cry! Ref: Oh, Susanna... 5/ Oh, I soon will be in New Orleans and then I look around. And when I find Susanna, I’ll fall upon the ground. 6/ But if I do not find her, then I will surely die. And when I’m dead and buried, Susanna, don’t you cry! Ref: Oh, Susanna...
1/ I cum from Lousianna, wid de banjo on my knee; I’m bound for Alabama, my own true lub to see. 2/ It thaw all night de week I left, de hailstone dey war dry De sun so hot I froze alive, Susannah, don’t you cry. Ref: Oh! Susannah, you must not cry for me, I’m cum from Lousianna wid de banjo on my knee; 3/ I stepp’d on board de lightengraph, an steer it by the trigger, My finger slip it bustified, and kill a tousand nigger. 4/ And den it was, my dearest lub, I tought dat I should die, I shut my ears to keep my breff, Susannah don’t you cry. Ref: Oh! Susannah... 5/ I had a dream to-morrow night, when all de tings war still, I tought I see Susannah coming by de mill. 6/ She wore de robe ob mourning, and de tears war in her eye, Says I, here am your true lub, Susannah don’t you cry. Ref: Oh! Susannah... 7/ I soon will be in de ole mobile, and dare I’ll look around, Oh, should I Find Susannah, I shall sink into de ground. 8/ But if I do not find her dis child will surely die, And when I’m cold and in my grave, Susannah don’t you cry. Ref: Oh! Susannah...
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