Sultana
Oh Suzanna the Sultana is sinking
And I won't make it home after all
The pilot of the ship laid me in a moving crypt
And I won't make it home for the ball
It was April, spring 1865
After seven long years fighting, I was still alive
Dixie will release us hence forth
And sent us poor boys back North
Oh Suzanna the Sultana is sinking
And I won't make it home after all
The pilot of the ship laid me in a moving crypt
And I won't make it home for the ball
Lieutenant Hatch and his company men
Cut them a deal for $10 a head
Stuffed the river boat until the bows they bend
And then cast away, counting his kick backs since
Oh Suzanna the Sultana is sinking
And I won't make it home after all
The pilot of the ship laid me in a moving crypt
And I won't make it home for the ball
It was seven miles north of Memphis
After seven long year in the madness
The boiler blew and took the Union crew
Down to a muddy solitude
Oh Suzanna the Sultana is sinking
And I won't make it home after all
The pilot of the ship laid me in a moving crypt
And I won't make it home for the ball
Oh Suzanna the Sultana is sinking
And I won't make it home after all
The pilot of the ship laid me in a moving crypt
And I won't make it home for the ball
And I won't make it home after all
The pilot of the ship laid me in a moving crypt
And I won't make it home for the ball
It was April, spring 1865
After seven long years fighting, I was still alive
Dixie will release us hence forth
And sent us poor boys back North
Oh Suzanna the Sultana is sinking
And I won't make it home after all
The pilot of the ship laid me in a moving crypt
And I won't make it home for the ball
Lieutenant Hatch and his company men
Cut them a deal for $10 a head
Stuffed the river boat until the bows they bend
And then cast away, counting his kick backs since
Oh Suzanna the Sultana is sinking
And I won't make it home after all
The pilot of the ship laid me in a moving crypt
And I won't make it home for the ball
It was seven miles north of Memphis
After seven long year in the madness
The boiler blew and took the Union crew
Down to a muddy solitude
Oh Suzanna the Sultana is sinking
And I won't make it home after all
The pilot of the ship laid me in a moving crypt
And I won't make it home for the ball
Oh Suzanna the Sultana is sinking
And I won't make it home after all
The pilot of the ship laid me in a moving crypt
And I won't make it home for the ball
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Writer(s): Jacob Duda
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