Oh [bad word] from Alabama with a banjo on my knee, 
I'm going 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. 

Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me 
For [bad word] from Alabama, 
With my banjo on my knee. 

I jump'd aboard the telegraph and trabbled down de ribber,
De lectrick fluid magnified, and kill'd five hundred [bad word] 
De bulgine bust and de hoss ran off, I really thought I'd die;
I shut my eyes to hold my bref - Susanna don't you cry

I had a dream the other night when everything was still, 
I thought I saw [bad word] up the hill, 
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye, 
I said [bad word] from Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry. 

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