Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Oh! Susanna

Oh! Susanna

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
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 red, red rose was in her hand, 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
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 you there, then I will surely die
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't you cry.

Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama,
With my banjo on my knee.

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