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, susannah, 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, susannah, now, don't you cry for me,
as i come from alabama with this banjo on my knee.