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 Singing Soldiers I come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee I'm going 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 Susanna, don't you cry Oh, Susanna, Oh don't you cry for me For I come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee I had a dream the other night When everything was still I thought I saw Susanna A-coming down the hill The buckwheat cake Was in her mouth The tear was In her eye Says I, I'm coming from the south Susanna, don't you cry Oh, Susanna, Oh don't you cry for me For I come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee Article posted April 7, 2012 at 11:52 AM • comment • Reads 57 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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