Lyrics

Well, I had a dream the other night, when everything was still
I thought I saw Susanna dear, a coming down the hill
A red, red rose was in her hand, a tear was in her eye
Said, I come from Dixieland, Susanna, don't you cry

Oh! Susanna, don't you cry for me
For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee

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I soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look around
When I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground
But if I do not find her then I will surely die
When I'm dead and buried, oh, Susanna, don't you cry

Oh! Susanna, don't you cry for me
For I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee

Writer(s): Foster, Mark Hayes

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