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I came from Alabama Wid my banjo on my knee,  
{{A}}I came from Alabama Wid my banjo on my {{E7}}knee,  
I’m g’wan to Louisiana My true love for to see,  
I’m {{A}}g’wan to Louisiana, my {{E7}}true love for to see,  
It rain’d all night the day I left, The weather it was dry,
It {{A}}rain’d all night the day I left, the weather it was {{E7}}dry,
The sun so hot I frose to death; Susanna, don't you cry.  
The {{A}}sun so hot I frose to death; Susanna, {{E7}}don't you {{A}}cry.  


   Oh! Susanna, Oh! don't you cry for me,  
   {{D}}Oh! Susanna, Oh! {{A}}don't you cry for {{E7}}me,  
   I’ve come from Alabama, wid my banjo on my knee.  
   I’ve {{A}}come from Alabama, wid my {{E7}}banjo on my {{A}}knee.
  {{D}}Oh! Susanna, Oh! {{A}}don't you cry for {{E7}}me,
  I’ve {{A}}come from Alabama, wid my {{E7}}banjo on my {{A}}knee.  


I jumped aboard de telegraph, And trabbelled down de ribber,  
I jumped aboard de telegraph, And trabbelled down de ribber,  

Versie van 20 jun 2011 09:26

AI came from Alabama Wid my banjo on my E7knee,
I’m Ag’wan to Louisiana, my E7true love for to see,
It Arain’d all night the day I left, the weather it was E7dry,
The Asun so hot I frose to death; Susanna, E7don't you Acry.

  DOh! Susanna, Oh! Adon't you cry for E7me,
  I’ve Acome from Alabama, wid my E7banjo on my Aknee.
  DOh! Susanna, Oh! Adon't you cry for E7me,
  I’ve Acome from Alabama, wid my E7banjo on my Aknee.

I jumped aboard de telegraph, And trabbelled down de ribber,
De Lectrie fluid magnified, And killed five hundred Nigger
De bullgine bust, de horse run off, I realy thought I’d die;
I shut my eyes to hold my breath, Susanna, don't you cry.

I had a dream de odder night When ebery ting was still;
I thought I saw Susanna, A coming down de hill.
The buckwheat cake war in her mouth, The tear was in her eye,
Says I’m coming from de South, Susanna, don't you cry.

I scon will be in New Orleans, And den I’ll look all round,
And when I find Susanna, I’ fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, Dis darkie ’I surely die,
And when I’m dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry.