I came from Alabama with a banjo on my knee I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to sing
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 tear was in her eyes
Says, I am coming from the South, Susanna, don't you cry
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
I came from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
Some of these Carter women are kind of timid around here, it's hard to get them to talk
But you just heard one that I believe will talk
What was the name of that now, June?
Oh, Susanna
She's always willing to say something over the mic
