[bad word] f’om Alabama wid
banjo on my knee,
I'm going to Louisiana,
My [bad word] love for to see.
It rain’d all night da day I left,
Da weather it was dry,
Da sun so hot I froze to death;
Susanna, don't you cry.

 [bad word] 
Oh! Susanna,
Don’t you cry for me.
 [bad word] from Alabama wid
My banjo on my knee.

I jumped aboard da telegraph,
An’ traveled down da river,
Da lectric fluid magnified,
An’ killed five hundred [bad word] 
Da bullgine bust, da horse ran off,
I really thought I'd die;
I shut my eyes to hold my breath,
Susanna, don’t you cry.

I had a dream da other night,
When everythin’ was still
I thought I saw Susanna
 [bad word]  down de hill;
buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
tear was in her eye;
Says I, [bad word]  f’om da south,
Susanna, don’t you cry."

I soon will be in New Orleans,
And den I'll look around,
And when I find Susanna, I 
Will fall upon da ground.
And if I do not find her,
Dis darkie'll sur’ly die,
And when I'm dead and buried,
Susanna, don’t you cry