I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. I'm goin' to Lousiana, 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.
Chorus: Oh! Susanna, oh don't you cry for me. I'm goin' to Lousiana, my true love for to see.
I had a dream the other night, when everything was still. I thought I saw Susanna a-comin' down the hill. The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye. Says I, I'm comin' from the South, Susanna don't you cry.
I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look all 'round. And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground. But if I do not find her, this darkie'll surely die And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't your cry.