Oh Suzannah

Well I came from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee;
I'm going to Louisiana
My true love for to see.


It rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death
Suzannah don't you cry.


Oh Suzannah, oh don't you cry for me
I've come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee.

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