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   {{D}}Oh! Susanna, Oh! {{A}}don't you cry for {{E7}}me,  
   {{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’ve {{A}}come from Alabama, wid my banjo {{E7}}on my {{A}}knee.  
   {{D}}Oh! Susanna, Oh! {{A}}don't you cry for {{E7}}me,  
   {{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’ve {{A}}come from Alabama, wid my banjo {{E7}}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 9 jan 2012 22:29

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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 banjo E7on my Aknee.
  DOh! Susanna, Oh! Adon't you cry for E7me,
  I’ve Acome from Alabama, wid my banjo E7on 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.