Standard (EADGBE)

Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me

 For 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 Susanna coming up the hill,

 The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her eye,

 I said I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna don't you cry.

Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me

 For I come from Alabama,

 with my banjo on my knee.

 I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look around

 And when I find my gal Susanne, 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.