Bubijeva pesmarica

I Ccome from Alabama with a D₇banjo on my G₇knee,
I'm Cgoin' to Louisiana my G₇Susanna for to C C₇see.
FOh, Susanna, oh Cdon't you D₇cry for G₇me,
For I Ccome from Alabama G₇with a banjo on Cmy knee.

It rained all day the night I left, the weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to death, Susanna don't you cry.
Oh, Susanna...

I had a dream the other night where everything was still
I thought I saw Susanna coming down the hill.
Oh, Susanna...

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth the tear in her eye,
Says I, I'm coming from the south Susanna don't you cry.
Oh, Susanna...

I soon will be in New Orleans and then I'll look arround,
and when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon the ground.
Oh, Susanna...

But if I don't find her then I'm surely bound to die,
And when I'm dead and burried, oh Susanna don't you cry.
Oh, Susanna...