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Oh! Susanna
- I've come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.
I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.
It rained all day the night 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,
for I've 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.
A buckwheatcake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye.
I said: "I'm coming from the South, Susanna, don't you cry."
- I soon will be in New Orleans and then I'll look around
and when I find Susanna I will fall upon the ground
and if I do not find her there this man will surely die
and when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry.
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