I come from Alabama -with a banjo on my knee;
I'm gone to Lou'siana
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 to death,
Susanna, don't you cry.
CHORUS:
Oh! Susanna, don't you cry for me;
I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Susanna dear,
a'coming down the hill.
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye.
Says I, I'm coming from the South,
Susanna, don't you cry.
I soon will be in New Orleans,
And then I'll look all 'round,
And when I find Susanna,
I'll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her,
This darkey'll surely die,
And when I'm dead and buried,
Susanna, don't you cry.
　
Old Folks at Home
'Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far far away,
There's where my heart is turning ever,
There's where the old folks stay.
All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.
　
CHORUS:
All the world is sad and dreary
Everywhere I roam,
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home.
All 'round the little farm I wandered
When I was young,
Then many happy days I squandered,
Many the songs I sung.
When I was playing with my brother
Happy was I.
Oh! take me to my kind old mother,
There let me live and die.
One little hut among the bushes,
One that I love,
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see the bees a-humming
All 'round the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strumming
Down in my good old home?