I come from Alabama with my Banjo on my knee,
I'm heading to Louisiana, my true love for to see.
It'd 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, do not cry for me;
I come from Alabama, with my Banjo on my knee.
I jumped aboard the telegraph and traveled down the river,
The electric fluid amplified, and made me feel much bigger.
The bulging engine and horse ran off, I really thought I'd die;
I shut my eyes and held my breath, Susanna, don't you cry.
I had a dream the other night, when everything was still;
I thought I saw Susanna, dear, coming down the hill,
The buckweat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye,
I said, I'm coming from the south, Susanna, don't you cry.