Where the Black Eyed Susans Grow Songtext
von Al Jolson

I′m going back to the shack where the black-eyed susans grow, I love 'em so
They′re all around on the ground where I found the one I know
So long ago, the honey bees all know I'm comin'
I seem to hear them softly hummin′
You′ll be losin' your little Susan

You′d better be getting busy buzzin' around
To stroll again down the lane to the plain old rustic seat will be a treat
And then I′ll bring out the ring for the finger of my sweet, she's mighty sweet
And when I′m tied to the pride of the countryside
Maybe I'll introduce you to my corn-fed bride
When I get back to the shack where the black-eyed susans grow


I know a plain old-fashioned farmhouse down a pretty little lane
Where the daisies make a pathway to the fields of golden grain
There a little girl is waiting where I found her years ago
Something tells me that I'm welcome where the black-eyed susans grow

I′m going back to the shack where the black-eyed susans grow, I love ′em so
They're all around on the ground where I found the one I know
So long ago, the honey bees all know I′m comin'
I seem to hear them softly hummin′
You'll be losin′ your little Susan

You'd better be getting busy buzzin' around
To stroll again down the lane to the plain old rustic seat will be a treat
And then I′ll bring out the ring for the finger of my sweet, she′s mighty sweet
And when I'm tied to the pride of the countryside
Maybe I′ll introduce you to my corn-fed bride
When I get back to the shack where the black-eyed susans grow