Oh Susannah

48.  OH SUSANNAH

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee

I’m going to Louisiana, my true loved one to see.

It rained all night the day I left;

the weather was so dry

The sun so hot I froze to death.

Susannah, don’t you cry!

Chorus

Oh, Susannah, oh, don’t you cry for me!

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night

when everything was still.

I thought I saw Susannah coming down the hill.

A buckwheat cake was in her mouth. 

Tears were in her eye

I said to her, “I’m coming, girl. 

Susannah, don’t you cry!’’       (chorus)

Oh, I soon will be in New Orlean

and there I’ll look around

And when I find Susannah,

I’ll fall upon the ground

But if I don’t find her,

then I will surely die.

And when I’m dead and buried,

Susannah, don’t you cry         (chorus)