I come from Alabama with a 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
Sun so hot I froze to death Suzanna don’t you cry
Oh, Suzanna don’t you cry for me
I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
I had a dream the other night when everything was still
I dreamt I saw Suzanna way up on the hill
Buckwheat cakes was in her mouth, the tears was in her eyes
Said I’m a comin from the south Suzanna don’t you cry
I’m headed down to New Orleans and there I’ll look around
And if I do not find Suzanna I’ll fall upon the ground
And if I do not find her then I’ll surely die
And when I’m dead and buried, Suzanna don’t you cry