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 For 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 buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye, I said I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry. Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me For I come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee. 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 her, this darkey'll surely die, and when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't you cry. Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me For I come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee.