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Stephen Foster
Stephen Foster
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Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee And I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see Well it rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry And the sun so hot, I froze to death, Susanna, don't you cry Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee When I jumped aboard the telegraph and traveled down the river The electric fluid magnified and killed five hundred chigger When the bullgine bust, the horse ran off, I really thought I'd die So I shut my eyes to hold my breath, Susanna, don't you cry Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee Now I had a dream the other night when everything was still And I thought I saw Susanna she was coming down the hill Now the buckwheat cake was in her mouth and the tear was in her eye So I said "I'm coming from the south, Susanna, don't you cry" Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee Now I soon will be in New Orleans and then I'll look around When at last I find Susanna, I will fall upon the ground But if I can't ever find her, then I think I'll surely die When I'm dead, and gone, and buried - Susanna, don't you cry Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
Writer(s): Rick Rhodes, Grant Geissman, Stephen Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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