I come from Alabama
With my 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,
Oh don't you cry for me
For I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee

I had a dream the other night
When everything was still
I thought I saw Susanna
A-coming down the hill

The buckwheat cake
Was in her mouth
The tear was
In her eye
Says I, I'm coming from the south
Susanna, don't you cry

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

lyrics - Stephen Foster

Actual original lyrics.

I've been joking with someone near and dear about coming back from Alabama with a banjo on his knee, so thought I'd look up additional lyrics.  I learned this song as a kid, of course, with the above sanitized lyrics.  Little did I know it was actually a minstrel song.

It's pernicious to strip something of its original intent and then present it as being harmless.  Many of those songs I sang with my grandfather on his  back porch, years ago, were "cleaned up" minstrel songs.  It would have been better if they'd been left with their racist lyrics, and I'd learned other songs.