Well I come from alabama with my banjo on my knee
And I’m bound for louisiana, my own true love for to see
It did rain all night the day I left
The weather was bone dry
The sun was so hot I froze myself
Suzanne, don’t you go on and cry
I said, oh, suzannah
Now, don’t you cry for me
As I come from alabama with this banjo on my knee
Well I had myself a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed that I saw my girl suzanne
She was coming around the hill
Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
I said, that I come from dixie land
Suzanne, don’t you break down and cry
I said, oh, suzannah
Now, don’t you cry for me
’cause I come from alabama with my banjo on my knee
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