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Well, I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
And I'm bound for Lousiana, my true love for to see
Well, It rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze myself
Susanna don't you cry
Oh! Susanna, oh don't you cry for me
Well, I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed I saw Susanna
She was coming down the hill
A red, red rose was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
Said I come from Alabama
Now, Susanna don't you cry
Oh! Susanna, don't you cry for me
Well, I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
Well, I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
The land of Louisiana is where I want to be
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