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Well I came from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee
I'm goin' to Louisiana
My true love for to see
It had rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry
The son so hot I froze to death
Susanna don't you cry
I got a long way to go
I sure feel it now
Deep down in these dusty clothes
Through another town
Backed up with capricious souls
I got a long way to go
I got a lot left to say
To the empty seat
The stood beside me through the fray
To the midnight moon
who saw it fit to light my way
I got a lot left to say
Chorus:
But where do I got from here
When I'm lost out on the road
And the way's not clear
To find my way back home
I need to hear
The only voice that leads me on
So I can find my way back to you
I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I thought I saw Susanna
Comin' down the hill
A buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
says I'm comin' from the south
Susanna don't you cry
Repeat Chorus:
Soon we'll be in New Orleans
Then I'll look around
And when I find Susanna
I'll fall down on the ground
And if I do not find her
Then I shall surley die
And when I'm dead and buried
Susanna Don't you cry for me
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