Well, I came from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee
I'm goin' to Louisiana
My true love for to see.

It had rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry
The son so hot I froze to death
Susanna, don't you cry.

I got a long way to go
I sure feel it now
Deep down in these dusty clothes
Through another town
Backed up with capricious souls
I got a long way to go.

I got a lot left to say
To the empty seat
The stood beside me through the fray
To the midnight moon
Who saw it fit to light my way
I got a lot left to say.

Chorus:
But where do I got from here
When I'm lost out on the road
And the way's not clear
To find my way back home
I need to hear
The only voice that leads me on
So I can find my way back to you.

I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I thought I saw Susanna
Comin' down the hill.

A buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
Says I'm comin' from the south
Susanna, don't you cry

Chorus:
But where do I got from here
When I'm lost out on the road
And the way's not clear
To find my way back home
I need to hear
The only voice that leads me on
So I can find my way back to you.

Soon we'll be in New Orleans
Then I'll look around
And when I find Susanna
I'll fall down on the ground.

And if I do not find her
Then I shall surley die
And when I'm dead and buried
Susanna, don't you cry for me...

Copyright: FARM USE ONLY MUSIC
Writer(s): R. KASS