I Come From Alabama
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
I'm goin' to Louisiana, my Susanna for to see
Oh, Susanna, oh dont't your cry for me
I've come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
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...
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye
Says I, "I'm coming from the South." Susanna, don't you cry.
Oh, Susanna...
I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look aroung
And when I find Susanna dear, I'll fall upon the ground
Oh, Susanna...
But if I do not find her then, I'm surely bound to die
And when I'm dead and buried, oh, Susanna, don't you cry
Oh, Susanna...
traditional
words by Stephen Foster (1826-1864)