Oh! Susanna

1. I came from Alabama
with my banjo on my knee,
I´m going to Lousiana,
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,
for I´m goin´ to Louisiana
with my banjo on my knee.

2. I had a dream the other night,
when everything was still:
I thought I saw Susanna
acoming down the hill.
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
the tear was in her eye;
says I, I´m coming from the South,
Susanna, don´t you cry.
Oh! Susanna, oh...