Good night Irene, oh Susannah Don't cry for me, I'm going to California
I'll see you in my dreams, in Black Oak Savannah, Black Oak Savannah
I rode into town, on a Sunday, black tie and tails, on a donkey
I rode into town, with a banjo on my knee, those times were kinda funky
In Black Oak Savannah, Black Oak Savannah, In Black Oak Savannah, Black Oak Savannah
When I left the prairies, I headed east, I was a stranger then
In the city of trees, in Black Oak Savannah, Black Oak Savannah, In Black Oak Savannah, Black Oak Savannah
In Black Oak Savannah, Black Oak Savannah, In Black Oak Savannah, Black Oak Savannah
