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