32. Oh Susana

I come 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; Susanna don't you cry Oh! Susanna, don't you cry for me I come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee I had a dream the other night, when everything was still I thought I saw Susanna, coming down the hill A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye Says I, I'm coming from the south, Susanna