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Oh, I come from Alabama my banjo on my knee.
And I’m going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.
Wee, 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.
Oh, susanna! Oh, don’t your cry for me.
For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. |