Song of the Month:

“Oh! Susanna”

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee,
I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death; Susanna, don't you cry.

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Oh! Susanna, don't you cry for me
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 a’coming down the hill,
A buck wheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye,
I said I'm coming from the South––Susanna, don't you cry.

Chorus

I soon will be in New Orleans and then I'll look around
And when I find my Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground
But if I do not find her, this man will surely die
And when I'm dead and buried––Susanna don't you cry.

Chorus