C G
Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
C
And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see
C
It did rain all night the day I left
G
The weather was bone dry
C
The sun was so hot I froze myself
G C
Suzanne, don't you go on and cry
F
I said, Oh, Suzannah
C G
Now, don't you cry for me
C G C
As I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee
Well I had myself a dream the other night
G
When everything was still
C
I dreamed that I saw my girl Suzanne
G
She was coming around the hill
C
Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth
G
A tear was in her eye
C
I said, that I come from Dixie land
G
Suzanne, don't you break down and cry
C
I said, Oh, Suzannah
G
Now, don't you cry for me
C G C
'Cause I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
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