{title: I come from Alabama}                 
	
           
I [D]come from Alabama with my banjo on my [A]knee,
I'm [D]goin' to Louisiana, my Susanna f[A7]or to [D]see.

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\lrep [G]Oh, Susanna, oh [D]don't you cry for [A]me.
I've [D]come from Alabama with my banjo [A7]on my [D]knee.\rrep
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It [D]rained all day the night I left, the weather was so [A]dry,                  
the [D]sun so hot I froze myself, Susanna [A7]don't you [D]cry.
       
I [D]had a dream the other night, when everything was [A]still         
I [D]thought I saw Susanna a-coming [A7]down the [D]hill.
  
The [D]red, red rose was in her hand, the tear was in her [A]eye.
I [D]said "I come from Dixie Land, Susanna, [A7]don't you [D]cry".
                    
I [D]soon will be in New Orleans, and then I'll look [A]around,                              
and [D]when I find Susanna, I'll fall [A7]upon the [D]ground.
            
But [D]if I do not find her then, I'm surely bound to [A]die,  
and [D]when I'm dead and buried, oh, Susanna, [A7]don't you [D]cry.