I come from Alabama with my
Banjo on my knee;
I'm going to Louisiana,

My true love for to see.
Oh, Susanna, oh don't you cry for me.
For I come from Alabama

With my banjo on my knee.

It rained all night the day I left;

The weather it was dry.
The sun so hot, I froze to death -
Susanna, don't you cry.

Oh, Susanna, oh don't you cry for me.
I'm going to Louisiana,
With my banjo on my knee.