Song | Oh Susanna |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Putumayo Kids Presents: Rock & Roll Playground |
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I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. | |
I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see. | |
When 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 you cry for me. | |
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. | |
I had a dream the other night. | |
When everything was still, | |
I thought I saw Susanna,Coming down the hill. | |
The buck-wheat cake was in her mouth, | |
The tears were in her eye, | |
Says I I'm coming from the South, | |
Susanna, don't you cry. | |
Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me, | |
I'm going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee. | |
Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me . | |
I'm going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee. |
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. | |
I' m going to Louisiana, my true love for to see. | |
When 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 you cry for me. | |
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. | |
I had a dream the other night. | |
When everything was still, | |
I thought I saw Susanna, Coming down the hill. | |
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, | |
The tears were in her eye, | |
Says I I' m coming from the South, | |
Susanna, don' t you cry. | |
Oh, Susanna, oh, don' t you cry for me, | |
I' m going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee. | |
Oh, Susanna, oh, don' t you cry for me . | |
I' m going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee. |
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. | |
I' m going to Louisiana, my true love for to see. | |
When 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 you cry for me. | |
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee. | |
I had a dream the other night. | |
When everything was still, | |
I thought I saw Susanna, Coming down the hill. | |
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, | |
The tears were in her eye, | |
Says I I' m coming from the South, | |
Susanna, don' t you cry. | |
Oh, Susanna, oh, don' t you cry for me, | |
I' m going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee. | |
Oh, Susanna, oh, don' t you cry for me . | |
I' m going to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee. |