Oh, I come from Alabama my banjo on my knee.
And Ií»m going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.
Wee, it rained all night the day I left. The weather it was dry.
The sun so hot, I froze to death.
Susanna, doní»t you cry.
Oh, susanna! Oh, doní»t your cry for me.
For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.