I came from Alabama,
With my banjo on my knee,
I'm go to Louisiana,
My [bad word] love for to see;
It rain'd all night the day I left,
The weather it was dry,
The sun so hot, I froze to death,
Susanna don't you cry.
 [bad word] 
Oh! Susanna,
Oh don't you cry for me, [bad word] from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream de odder night
When ebery ting was still,
I thought I saw Susanna [bad word] down the hill;
The buck-wheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye;
Says I, " [bad word] from the South
Susanna don't you cry."
 [bad word] 
Oh! Susanna,
Oh don't you cry for me, [bad word] from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee.

I soon will be in New Orleans,
And den I'll look around,
And when I find Susanna,
I will fall upon de ground.
And if I do not find her,
Dis darkie'll surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried,
Susanna, don't you cry.
 [bad word] 
Oh! Susanna,
Oh don't you cry for me, [bad word] from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee.