Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. - Stephen Foster

Oh I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee,
I'm going to Louisiana, 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; Susanna, don't you cry.
Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me
For I come from Alabama,
With my banjo on my knee.

All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.

The day goes by like a shadow o’er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight;
The time has come when the darkies have to part: Then my old Kentucky home, good night!