05.18.2015 - By 听友12797268
I come from Alabama with my banjo
On my knee.
I'm going to Louisiana there
My true love to see.
It rained all night, the day Ileft.
The weather was dry,
The sun was so hot, I froze to death.
Susanna,don't you cry.
Oh,Susanna,oh,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 dear a-coming
Down the hill.
The buckwheat cake wat in her mouth;
A tear was in her eyes.
Says I,I'm coming from the south.
Susanna,don't you cry.
(Repeat)