[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 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;
So 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 Susanna dear, [bad word] down the hill. 
 buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye, 
So I said [bad word] from the south, Susanna, don't you cry. 

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