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Old Folks At Home, Swanee River
I came home from Al-a-bama,
Wid my banjo on my knee.
I’m g’wan to Lou-si-an-a,
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,
Su-san-na, don’t you cry.
Oh! Su-san-na, Oh! don’t you cry for me.
I’ve come from Al-a-bam-a,
Wid my banjo on my knee.-
I had a dream the other night,
When ev’ry thing was still.
I thought I saw Su-san-na,
A com-in’ down the hill.
The buck-wheat cake was in her mouth,
The tear was in her eye.
Say I, I’m com-in’ from the south,
Su-san-na, don’t you cry.
Chorus
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