I came from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee,
I'm goin' to Louisiana
My [bad word] love for to see;
It 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.

O, Susanna,
O, don't you cry for me,
 [bad word] from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee.
O, Susanna,
O, don't you cry for me,
'Cause I'm goin' to Louisiana,
My [bad word] love for to see.

I had a dream the other night
When ev'rything was still;
I thought I saw Susanna
 [bad word] #39; down the hill;
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye;
Says I, [bad word] #39; from the south,
Susanna, don't you cry.

O, Susanna,
O, don't you cry for me,
 [bad word] from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee.
O, Susanna,
O, don't you cry for me,
'Cause I'm goin' to Louisiana,
My [bad word] love for to see.

I soon will be in New Orleans,
And then I'll look around,
And when I find Susanna
I'll fall upon the ground.
And if I do not find her,
Then I will surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried,
Susanna, don't you cry.

O, Susanna,
O, don't you cry for me,
 [bad word] from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee.
O, Susanna,
O, don't you cry for me,
'Cause I'm goin' to Louisiana,
My [bad word] love for to see.