Oh, Susanna!
S.C. Foster 1846

l: I come from Alabama with
my banjo on my knee,
I'm going to Louisiana,
my Susanna for to see. :l
Oh, Susanna! Oh, don' t you Gry for me.
For I come from Alabama with
my banjo on my knee.

l: It rained all day the night I left,
the weather was so dry,
the sun so hot I froze myself,
Susanna don't you cry. :l
Oh, Susanna ...

l: I had a dream the other night,
when everything was still.
I thought I saw Susanna -
a-coming down the hill. :l
Oh, Susanna ...

l: The red, red rose was in her hand,
the tear was in her eye.
I said, "I come from Dixie Land,
Susanna, don't you cry." :l
Oh, Susanna ...


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