Anonymous · Mar 23, 2007 21:42
Stephen Foster, 1848
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
Chorus:
Oh, Susanna,
Oh don't you cry for...