I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.

I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.
I'm goin' to Louisiana now; my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day we left,
The weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Susanna, dontcha you cry.

Oh! Susanna, dontcha cry for me;
I come from Alabama with a 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.
buckweat cake was in her mouth,
tear was in her eye.
I said, I'm coming from the south,
Susanna, dontcha you cry.

Oh! Susanna, dontcha cry for me;
I come from Alabama, with a banjo on my knee.