I came from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

　　I'm going to Louisiana 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.

　　Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me.

　　I've come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee.

　　Oh, Susanna. Oh, don't you cry for me.

　　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.

　　The buck-wheat cake was in her mouth,

　　The tears were in her eye,

　　Says I I'm coming from the South,

　　Susanna, don't you cry.

　　Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me.

　　I've come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

　　Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me.

　　I've come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

　　I soon will be in New Orleans

　　And then I'll run around.

　　And when I find Susanna

　　I'll fall down upon the ground,

　　But if I don't find her, Dis darkie'll surely die,

　　And when I'm dead and burried,

　　Susanna, don't you cry.

　　Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me,

　　I've come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

　　Oh, Susanna, oh don't you cry for me,

　　I've come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.