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I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. |
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I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see. |
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When it rained all night the day I left. The weather it was dry. |
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The sun so hot, I froze to death. |
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Susanna, don't you cry. |
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Oh, susanna! Oh, don't you cry for me. |
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I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. |
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I had a dream the other night. |
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When everything was still, |
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I thought I saw Susanna,Coming down the hill. |
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The buck-wheat cake was in her mouth, |
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The tears were in her eye, |
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Says I I'm coming from the South, |
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Susanna, don't you cry. |
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Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me, |
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I'm going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee. |
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Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me . |
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I'm going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee. |
