I come from clabama
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
Oh! Susanna,
Don't you cry for me.
I come from clabama
With my banjo on my knee.
I had a dream the other night
When everything was still,
I thought I saw Susanna
Coming down the hill