{t:Oh Susanna}
{st:Stephen Foster}
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I [C]come from Alabama with a ukulele on my [G]knee;
I’m [C]goin’ to Louisiana, my true love [G]for to [C]see.
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[F]Oh, Susanna! Oh, [C]Cdon’t you cry for [G]me,
For I [C]come from Alabama with a ukulele [G]on my [C]knee.
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It [C]rained all night, the day I left, the weather it was [G]dry;
The [C]sun so hot, I froze to death, Susanna [G]don’t you [C]cry.
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[F]Oh, Susanna! Oh, [C]Cdon’t you cry for [G]me,
For I [C]come from Alabama with a ukulele [G]on my [C]knee.
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I [C]had a dream the other night when everything was [G]still;
I [C]thought I saw Susanna, a-comin’ [G]down the [C]hill.
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{soc}
[F]Oh, Susanna! Oh, [C]Cdon’t you cry for [G]me,
For I [C]come from Alabama with a ukulele [G]on my [C]knee.
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The [C]buckwheat cake was in her mouth, the tear was in her [G]eye;
Says [C]I, I’m comin’ from the south, Susanna [G]don’t you [C]cry.
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[F]Oh, Susanna! Oh, [C]Cdon’t you cry for [G]me,
For I [C]come from Alabama with a ukulele [G]on my [C]knee.
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{t:Oh Susanna}
