With a banjo on my knee
I'm goin' to Louisiana
My true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death
Suzanna 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 that stood beside me
Through the fray
Through the midnight moon
Saw fit to light my way
Got a lot left to say
But where do I go from here
When I'm lost out on the road
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 Suzanna
Comin' down the hill
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
Says I'm comin' from the south
Suzanna don't you cry
Where do I go 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 Suzanna
I'll fall down on the ground
And if I do not find her
Then I should surely die
And when I'm dead and buried
Suzanna don't you cry
Well I came from Alabama With a banjo on my knee I'm goin' to Louisiana My true love for to see It rained all night the day I left The weather it was dry The sun so hot I froze to death Suzanna 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 that stood beside me Through the fray Through the midnight moon Saw fit to light my way Got a lot left to say But where do I go from here When I'm lost out on the road 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 Suzanna Comin' down the hill The buckwheat cake was in her mouth A tear was in her eye Says I'm comin' from the south Suzanna don't you cry Where do I go 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 Suzanna I'll fall down on the ground And if I do not find her Then I should surely die And when I'm dead and buried Suzanna don't you cry Explain Request ×
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