Oh Susanna

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Versie door Arent (overleg | bijdragen) op 7 jun 2020 om 22:12 (Nieuwe pagina aangemaakt met '<youtube>O8yrBeigJwU</youtube> <poem> {{ShowChords|C|G7|F}} {{C}}I came from Alabama Wid my banjo on my {{G7}}knee, I’m {{C}}g’wan to Louisiana, my {{G7}}true...')
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CI came from Alabama Wid my banjo on my G7knee,
I’m Cg’wan to Louisiana, my G7true love for to see,
It Crain’d all night the day I left, the weather it was G7dry,
The Csun so hot I frose to death; Susanna, G7don't you Ccry. (A7Oh, oh, oh)

  FOh! Susanna, Oh! Cdon't you cry for G7me,
  I’ve Ccome from Alabama, wid my banjo G7on my Cknee. (G7Oh, oh, oh)
  FOh! Susanna, Oh! Cdon't you cry for G7me,
  I’ve Ccome from Alabama, wid my banjo G7on my Cknee.

I jumped aboard de telegraph, And trabbelled down de ribber,
De Lectrie fluid magnified, And killed five hundred Nigger
De bullgine bust, de horse run off, I really thought I’d die;
I shut my eyes to hold my breath, Susanna, don't you cry.

I had a dream de odder night When ebery ting was still;
I thought I saw Susanna, A coming down de hill.
The buckwheat cake war in her mouth, The tear was in her eye,
Says I’m coming from de South, Susanna, don't you cry.

I scon will be in New Orleans, And den I’ll look all round,
And when I find Susanna, I’ fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find her, Dis darkie ’I surely die,
And when I’m dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry.