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I come from Alabama |
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With my banjo on my knee |
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I'm going to Louisiana, |
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My true love for to see |
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It rained all night |
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The day I left |
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The weather it was dry |
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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, |
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Oh don't you cry for me |
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For I come from Alabama |
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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 |
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A-coming down the hill |
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The buckwheat cake |
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Was in her mouth |
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The tear was |
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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, |
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Oh don't you cry for me |
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For I come from Alabama |
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With my banjo on my knee |