Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee,

and I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see.

It did rain all night the day I left, the weather was bone dry.

The sun was so hot I froze myself, Suzanne, don't you go on and cry.

I said, oh, Susannah, now, don't you cry for me,

as I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee.



Well I had myself a dream the other night when everything was still,

I dreamed that I saw my girl Suzanne, she was coming around the hill.

Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye.

I said, that I come from Dixie land, Suzanne, don't you break down and cry.

I said, oh, Susannah, now, don't you cry for me,

as I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee.