Oh, Susanna! Oh, I come from Alabama my banjo on my knee. And I’m going to Louisiana, my true love for to see. Wee, it rained all night the day I left. The weather it was dry. The sun to hot, I froze to death. Susanna, don’t you cry. Oh, susanna! Oh, don’t your cry for me. For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. |
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