I came from Alabama
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Wid my banjo on my knee,
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I’m g’wan to Louisiana
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My true love for to see,
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It rain’d all night the day I left,
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The weather it was dry,
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The sun so hot I frose to death;
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Susanna, don't you cry.
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Chorus:
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Oh! Susanna, Oh! don't you cry for me,
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I’ve come from Alabama, wid my banjo on my knee.
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I jumped aboard de telegraph,
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And trabbelled down de ribber,
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De Lectrie fluid magnified,
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And killed five hundred Nigger
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De bullgine bust, de horse run off,
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I realy thought I’d die;
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I shut my eyes to hold my breath,
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Susanna, don't you cry.
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Chorus:
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I had a dream de odder night
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When ebery ting was still;
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I thought I saw Susanna,
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A coming down de hill.
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The buckwheat cake war in her mouth,
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The tear was in her eye,
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Says I’m coming from de South,
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Susanna, don't you cry.
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Chorus:
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I scon will be in New Orleans,
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And den I’ll look all round,
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And when I find Susanna,
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I’ fall upon the ground.
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But if I do not find her,
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Dis darkie ’I surely die,
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And when I’m dead and buried,
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Susanna, don't you cry.
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Chorus:
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Oh Susanna
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| Lisa Loeb |
