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Oh! Susanna

Oh I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee,
I'm going to Louisiana,
My true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left,
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze myself
Susanna, don't you cry.

Oh! Susanna,
Oh! don't you cry for me
For I come from Alabama,
With my banjo on my knee.

I had a dream the other night
When everything was still,
I thought I saw Susanna
Coming down the hill,
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye,
I said I'm coming from the South,
Susanna don't you cry.

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