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TESIFÓNI 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,  |
I
had a dream the other night
when everything was still. I dreamt I saw Sussana coming down the hill. A buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye. Said I, I'm coming from the south, Susanna don't you cry. Oh! Susanna, don't you cry for me; I come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee.  |
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