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