SnapsVisor 24

I come from Alabama
with a banjo on my knee.
I´m going to Lousiana
my tue love for to see.

It rained allnight the day I left.
The weather it was dry.
The sun so hot I frose to death
Susanna dont´t you cry.

Oh, Susanna. Oh, dont´t you cry for me.
For I come from Alabama
with my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night
when everything was still.
I thougt I saw Susanna
a-coming down the hill

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth
the tear was in her eye.
Saya I, I´m coming from the south
Susanna don´t you cry.

Oh, Susanna …