Stephen Foster - Oh susanna

Oh I ^Acome from Alabama with a banjo on my ^Eknee, I'm ^Agoing to Louisiana, my true love ^Efor to ^Asee It ^Arained all night the day I left, the weather it was ^Edry The ^Asun so hot I froze to death; Susanna, ^Edon't you ^Acry.

^DOh, Susanna, ^Adon't you cry for ^Eme For I ^Acome from Alabama, with my banjo ^Eon my ^Aknee.

I ^Ahad a dream the other night when everything was ^Estill, I ^Athought I saw Susanna coming ^Eup the ^Ahill, The ^Abuckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her ^Eeye, I ^Asaid I'm coming from Dixieland, Susanna ^Edon't you ^Acry.

^DOh, Susanna, ^Adon't you cry for ^Eme For I ^Acome from Alabama, with my banjo ^Eon my ^Aknee.

I ^Asoon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look a^Eround And ^Awhen I find my gal Susanne, I'll fall u^Epon the ^Aground. But ^Aif I do not find her, this darkey'll surely ^Edie, and ^Awhen I'm dead and buried, Susanna ^Edon't you ^Acry.

^DOh, Susanna, ^Adon't you cry for ^Eme For I ^Acome from Alabama, with my banjo ^Eon my ^Aknee. Set8