American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 Oh Susannah

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43

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I cum from Louisiana, wid de banjo on my knee;
I'm bound for Alabama, my own true lub to see.
It thaw all night de week I left, de hailstone dey war dry,
De sun so hot, I froze alive, Susannah, don't you cry.

Oh! Susannah, you must not cry for me,
I'm cum from Louisiana, wid de banjo on my knee;
Oh! Susannah, you must not cry for me,
I'm cum from Louisiana wid de banjo on my knee,

I stepped on board de lightengraph, an' steer It by de trigger;
My finger slip, it bustifled, and kill a t'unsand nigger;
And den it was, my dearest lub, I t'ought dat I should die,
I shut my ears to keep my breff, Susannah, don't you cry,- Chor.

I had a dream; to-morrow night, when all de t'ings war still.
I fought I see Susannah coming by de mill;
She wore de robe ob mourning, and de tears war in her eye.
Says I, "Here am your true lub, Susannah, don't you cry." - Chorus.

I soon will be in de ole Mobile, and dare I'll look around;
Oh! should I find Susannah, I shall sink into de ground;
But if I do not find her, dis chile will surely die,
And when I'm cold and in my grave, Susannah, don't you cry.- Chorus
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