Well I came from Alabama
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With a banjo on my knee
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I'm goin' to Louisiana
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My true love for to see
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It rained all night the day I left
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The weather it was dry
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The sun so hot I froze to death
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Suzanna don't you cry
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I got a long way to go
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I sure feel it now deep down in these dusty clothes
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Through another town backed up with capricious souls
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I got a long way to go
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I got a lot left to say
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To the empty seat that stood beside me
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through the fray
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Through the midnight moon
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Saw fit to light my way
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Got a lot left to say
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But where do I go from here
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When I'm lost out on the road
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The way's not clear
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To find my way back home
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I need to hear
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The only voice that leads me on
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So I can find my way back to you
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I had a dream the other night
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When everything was still
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I thought I saw Suzanna
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Comin' down the hill
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The buckwheat cake was in her mouth
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A tear was in her eye
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Says I'm comin' from the south
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Suzanna don't you cry
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Where do I go from here
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When I'm lost out on the road
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And the way's not clear
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To find my way back home
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I need to hear
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The only voice that leads me on
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So I can find my way back to you
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Soon we'll be in New Orleans
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Then I'll look around
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And when I find Suzanna
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I'll fall down on the ground
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And if I do not find her
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Then I should surely die
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And when I'm dead and buried
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Suzanna don't you cry
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Where Do I Go From Here
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| Alan Jackson |
