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I come from |
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Alabama with my banjo on my knee |
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I'm goin' to |
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Louisiana my own true love for to see |
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It rained all night the day |
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I left, the weather was bone dry |
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And the sun so hot |
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I froze to death, |
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Susanna, don't you cry |
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Oh Susanna, don't you cry for me |
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I come from |
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Alabama with my banjo on my knee |
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Well, I had a dream the other night when everything was still |
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I dreamed |
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I saw Susanna comin' down the hill |
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A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye |
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Said I'm comin' from the south, |
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Susanna, don't you cry |
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Oh Susanna, don't you cry for me |
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I come from |
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Alabama with my banjo on my knee |
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Well, I soon will be in |
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New Orleans and when |
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I do arrive |
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I'll go and find |
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Susanna if she is still alive |
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And if I do not find that girl |
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I will surely die |
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But when I'm buried in my grave, |
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Susanna, don't you cry |
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Oh Susanna, don't you cry for me |
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I come from |
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Alabama with my banjo on my knee |
