O Susannah! (64)
Stephen Foster
Arr. Jonathan Crutchfield

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee,
Iím goiní to Louisiana my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left, The sun so hot I froze to death,
Susannah, donít you cry. O Susannah, oh donít you cry for me.
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 Susannah a-cominí down the hill.
A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye.
Says I am cominí from the south, Susannah donít you cry.
And when I get to New Orleans Iíll look all round and round.
And when I find Susannah Iíll fall upon the ground.
And if I do not find her this fella will surely die.
And when Iím dead and buried, Susannah donít you cry.
Susannah, donít you cry. O Susannah, oh donít you cry for me.