Oh Susanna

I come from Alabama

With my 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

I had a dream the other night,

When everything was still,

I thought I saw Susanna there,

Acoming down the hill,

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,

The tear was in her eye

Says I: "I'm coming from the South.

Susanna don't you cry."

I soon will be in New Orleans

And then I'll look all 'round

And when I find Susanna,

I'll fall upon the ground

But if I do not find her,

This darkie'll surely die

And when I'm dead and buried

Susanna, don't you cry