• Violão
• Guitarra
• Teclado
• Cavaquinho
• Contra-baixo
• Bateria
• Gaita
• Guitar Pro

Tom: C

        C 
Well, I come from Alabama 
        C           G 
With my banjo on my knee 
C            
I'm going to Louisiana, 
   C         G      C 
My true love for to see 
 
It rained all night the day I left 
The weather was bone dry 
And the sun so hot,I froze to death 
Susanna, don't you cry 

       F  
Oh, Susanna, 
C                 G 
don't you cry for me 
  C 
I come from Alabama 
        C     G     C  
With my banjo on my knee      
 
 
Well, I had a dream the other night 
When everything was still 
I dreamed I saw Susanna 
A-coming down the hill 
 
The buckwheat cake was in her mouth 
The tear was in her eye 
Said I'm coming from the south 
Susanna, don't you cry 
 
Chorus 
 
Well, I'll soon will be in New Orleans and when I do arrive 
I'll go and find Suzanna if she still is still alive 
And if I do not find that girl then I will surely die 
And when I'm buried in my grave, Suzanna don't you cry 
 
Chorus 
 
Fiddle  
 
Fiddle and acoustic guitar 
 
Repeat 1st verse