I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.

When 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! Oh, 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 down the hill.

The buck-wheat cake was in her mouth,

The tears were in her eye,

Says I I'm coming from the South,

Susanna, don't you cry.

Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me,

I'm going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee.

Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me .

I'm going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee.