[bad word] from Alabama with my 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.

 [bad word] 

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

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

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