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Oh I come a banjo on my knee, |
| I'm going to Louisiana, my true for to see |
| It rained all night the I left, the weather it was dry |
| The so hot I froze to Susanna don't you cry. |
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| Oh, Susanna you cry for me |
| For I come from |
| my banjo on my knee. |
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| I had a dream the other night everything was still, |
| I thought I saw Susanna up the hill, |
| The was in the was in eye, |
| I coming from Susanna don't you |
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| I soon be in New Orleans and then I'll around |
| And when I my gal Susanne I'll fall upon the |
| But if I do not you then I will |
| And when dead and Susanna don't you cry. |