The sun shines bright in my old Kentucky home

tis summer, the darkies are gay.

The corn tops ripe and the meadows in the bloom,

While the birds make music all the day



The Camptown ladies sing this song, Oh a do da, oh a do da

The Camptown racetrack five miles long, Oh a do da, oh a do da

Going to run all night, going to run all day,

I bet my money on a bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay.



Shell be coming round the mountain when she comes,

Shell be coming round the mountain when she comes

Shell be coming round the mountain, coming round the mountain

Coming round the mountain when she comes.



Way down upon the Swanee river, far far away

Theres where my heart is turning ever,

Theres where the old folk stay



I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee

Im going to Louisiana, my true love for to see

Oh, Susanna, dont you cry for me,

Im going to Louisiana, my true love for to see



Over there, over there, send a word, send a word to beware

That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming

The drums rum tumming everywhere

Over there, say a prayer, send the word, send the word to beware

Well be over, were coming over,

and we wont be back till its over, over there.



Anchors Aweigh my boys, anchors aweigh, farewell to college boys

We sail at break of day, day, day, day,

Through out last night on shore,

Drink to the foam, until we meet again

Heres wishing you a happy voyage home.