Well, I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee
I’m’a goin’ t’ Lou’siana
My true love for t’ see
It rained all nite the day we left
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot, I froze t’ death
Susanna don’t you cry

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Oh, Susanna, oh don’t you cry for me
I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee

I had a dream the other nite
When ev’ry thing was still
I thot I saw Susanna
A’comin’ down th’ hill
D’buckwheat cake was in her mouf
A tear was in her eye
Says I, I’m comin’ up from d’Souf
Susanna don’t you cry

I soon will be in New Orleans
Where I will look around
And when I find Susanna
I’ll fall down on th’ ground
‘N if I do not find her
Lord, I know I’ll surely die
‘N when I’m dead ‘n buried,
Susanna, don’t you cry

Oh, WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHIN’ IN
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in’

Oh, when the sun refuse t’ shine
Oh, when the sun refuse t’ shine

Yes, when the stars have disappeared
Yes, when the stars have disappeared

Yes, when they crown Him King of all
Yes, when they crown Him King of all

Oh, when that day of judgment comes
Oh, when that day of judgment comes

Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in

Come home to the farm the other night • ‘N my good little gal was gone • Took all the kiddies, run off to the city • ‘N I was feelin’ most alone • Took the dogs ‘n the cats, ‘n the chickens ‘n all • ‘N I was feelin’ lowdown without pity • Snapped on the radio t’ try ’n ease my mind • ‘N even COUNTRY MUSIC’S GONE TO THE CITY

Now there ain’t too much left for us common folks • ‘N I swear it just ain’t proper • Can’t find a thing with roots that they ain’t yankin’ up • Miss progress ain’t nuthin’ gonna stop her • Well it use’t be the family, God ‘n country • Now all ya got’s alotta mutiny ‘n apathy • ‘N worse than that t’ prove my point • Even country music’s gone t’ the city

Chorus:
Country music’s gone t’ the city
‘n I just think it’s a dog-gone pity
Just gotten t’ sound so sh … sh … shhhh
Shoot it’s just a pity
Even country music’s gone t’ the city

You know I run up on ole Ned the other day • ‘N here’s what the old timer had t’ say • Mr. Mark you know that field out yonder by the creek • They’re building a nuclear plant out that way • Ain’t there nothin’ that’s sacred no more • Now tell me I’m gettin’ all petty • ‘Cause there’s just some things • that should stay a certain way • ‘N even country music’s gone t’ the city

Chorus:
Leave it in the hands of God
In the hands of God
You can trust your life
(You can find your warmth)
(You can find relief)
(It will disappear)
(You can place your soul)
In the hands of God

When the world casts you away
Into the bitter storm
Come unto the Lord
He will keep you warm

Problems weigh you like a stone
Like a heavy stone
When it gets too much
To carry it alone

When temptation leads you on
And confuses you
Do not be mislead
I’ll tell ya what to do

Even in you final hour
When the dark comes down
There’s no need to fear
He will be around

You see that ole beat-up jalopy • It’s got me livin’ in misery • If it ain’t one thing it’s another • Keeps nickel ‘n dime-in me

Why just yesterday the transmission dropped • ‘N to this moment, I still can’t remember where it fell • Guess when you’re travelin’ on a downhill swing • It’s really hard to tell

Now you talk about a lemon • That ole crate’s just as much a lime • Chokin’ ‘n sputtin’ down the highway • ‘N wearin’ my wallet thin, all the time

Why the only time this heap stays up • Is when it’s on a lift • And I’ll guarantee ya 95% of the time • That’s exactly where it is

Let me direct your attention to them tires • They’re steel belted through and through • Why, them suckers got so many iron nails stuck in ‘em • It’s a wonder that ole tank can even move

And as for that ole timer bein’ an antique • Well, you could say that body finish is rustic for sure • Yeah, the ‘rustic’ (rust it) starts here on the driver’s side • ‘N goes clean around both ways to the passenger’s door

What I wouldn’t give t’ be able t’ trade this mess in • ‘N get myself some decent wheels • But ain’t nobody’d take it unless I paid ‘em • Yeah, they’ just have t’ be crazy to make me a deal

And the way this thing eats up the gas ‘n my money • Ain’t no way I’m ever gonna lose • Yeah, looks like I got me a friend for life • ‘N I’m always gonna have these JALOPY BLUES

Oooh got them jalopy blues broke down again • Oh man got them jalopy blues