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.