I come from Alabama
With a 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 a banjo on my knee.
Je reviens de l’Alabama
Avec mon banjo sous mon bras,
Je m’en vais vers la Louisiane
Revoir l’amour de ma vie
Il a plu la nuit quand j’m’en allais.
Le temps est sec là-bas,
Le soleil si chaud, je m’y suis gelé,
Susanna, ne pleure pas.
Oh, Susanna, ne pleure pas pour moi
Je reviens de l’Alabama
avec mon banjo sous mon bras
I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed I saw Susanna dear
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 a banjo on my knee.