Verse 1

Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee

I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see

It rained all night the day I left

The weather it was dry

Sun so hot I froze to death

Susanna, don't you cry

Chorus

Oh, Susanna

Don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee

Verse 2

I had a dream the other night

When everything was still

I dreamed I saw my girl Susanne

She was coming around the hill

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth

A tear was in her eye

I said I come from Dixie girl

Suzanna, don't you cry

Chorus

Oh, Susanna

Now, don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee

Yeah Oh, Susanna

Now, don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee

Words & Music by Stephen Foster (D.P)

Arrangement by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

There’s more pretty girls than one

There’s more pretty girls than one

Any old town that I ramble around in

There’s more pretty girls than one

Mama talked to me last night

She gave me some good advice

Said that I should quit

This rambling all around

And marry me a sweet loving wife

There’s more pretty girls than one

There’s more pretty girls than one

Any old town that I ramble around in

There’s more pretty girls than one

So look down that old lonesome road

Hang down your head and cry

I’m thinking about all those pretty girls

And hoping that I’ll never die

There’s more pretty girls than one

There’s more pretty girls than one

Any old town that I ramble around in

There’s more pretty girls than one

Verse 1

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore

From the queen of flowing mountains to the south side by the shore

She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all

She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 2

Now She came down from Birmingham one cold December day

As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say

There's that gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall

She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 3

Yeah Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 4

Our Eastern states are dandy so the people always say

From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way

From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall

No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 5

So Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Traditional arranged by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

I’m working on a building, working on a building

Working on a building, For my lord, for my lord

It’s a holy ghost building, its a holy ghost building

A holy ghost building, for my lord, for my lord

If I was sinner I’ll tell you what I’d do

I’d quit all my sinning and I’d work on a building too

I’m working on a building, working on a building

Working on a building, For my lord, for my lord

If I was drunkard, tell you what I’d do

I’d quit all my drinking and I’d work on a building too

I’m working on a building, working on a building

Working on a building, For my lord, for my lord

If I was a preacher I tell you what I’d do

I’d keep on preaching and I’d work on a building too

I’m working on a building, working on a building

Working on a building, For my lord, for my lord

It’s a holy ghost building, its a holy ghost building

A holy ghost building, for my lord, for my lord