Well, I came from Alabama   With a banjo on my knee   I'm goin' to Louisiana   My true love for to see.      It had rained all night the day I left   The weather it was dry   The son so hot I froze to death   Susanna, don't you cry.      I got a long way to go   I sure feel it now   Deep down in these dusty clothes   Through another town   Backed up with capricious souls   I got a long way to go.      I got a lot left to say   To the empty seat   The stood beside me through the fray   To the midnight moon   Who saw it fit to light my way   I got a lot left to say.      Chorus:   But where do I got from here   When I'm lost out on the road   And the way's not clear   To find my way back home   I need to hear   The only voice that leads me on   So I can find my way back to you.      I had a dream the other night   When everything was still   I thought I saw Susanna   Comin' down the hill.      A buckwheat cake was in her mouth   A tear was in her eye   Says I'm comin' from the south   Susanna, don't you cry      Chorus:   But where do I got from here   When I'm lost out on the road   And the way's not clear   To find my way back home   I need to hear   The only voice that leads me on   So I can find my way back to you.      Soon we'll be in New Orleans   Then I'll look around   And when I find Susanna   I'll fall down on the ground.      And if I do not find her   Then I shall surley die   And when I'm dead and buried   Susanna, don't you cry for me...