Oh I Dcome from Alabama with a E7banjo on my A7knee,
I'm Dgoing to LouisiBmana, my Emtrue love A7for to Dsee
It Drained all night the day I left, the E7weather it was A7dry
The Dsun so hot I Bmfroze to death; SuA7sanna, don't you D7cry.
D7o-o-o GOh, Susanna,
Oh Ddon't you cry for A7me.
For I Dcome from BmAlaEmbama,
with my A7banjo on my Dknee.
I had a dream the other night when everything was still,
I thought I saw Susanna coming up the hill,
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye,
I said I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry.
I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look around
And when I find my gal Susanne, I'll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, this darkey'll surely die,
and when I'm dead and buried, Susanna don't you cry.