I came from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee,
I'm g'wan 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 frose to death Susanna, dont you cry.
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Oh! Susanna, Oh! dont you cry for me, [bad word] from Alabama, wid my banjo on my knee.

I jumped aboard de telegraph, and trabbelled down de ribber,
De Lectrie fluid magnified, and killed five hundred [bad word] De bullgine bust, de [bad word] off, I realy thought I'd die
I shut my eyes to hold my breath, Susanna, dont you cry.
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I had a dream de odder night when ebery ting was still
I thought I saw Susanna, [bad word] down de hill.
The buckwheat cake war in her mouth, the tear was in her eye,
Says [bad word] from de South, Susanna, dont you cry.
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I scon will be in New Orleans, and den I'll look all round,
And when I find Susanna, I' fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, dis darkie 'I surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, dont you cry.
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