Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see
It did rain all night the day I left, the weather was bone dry
The sun was so hot I froze myself, Suzanne, don't you go on and cry
I said, oh, Susannah, now, don't you cry for me
As I come from Alabama with this banjo on my kneeWell I had myself a dream the other night when everything was still
I dreamed that I saw my girl Suzanne, she was coming around the hill
Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye
I said, that I come from Dixie land, Suzanne, don't you break down and cry
I said, oh, Susannah, now, don't you cry for me
'Cause I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee
Songwriters
SANFORD SCHMIDT, STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTERPublished by
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