| Oh, Suzannah’s bedraggled but she |
| Still wears the locket 'round her neck. |
| She’s got a picture on the table |
| Of a man who is young and able. |
| Oh, Suzannah’s gonna cry, |
| Oh, Suzannah’s still alive. |
| Whiskey or gin, that’s alright, |
| When there’s nothing in her bed at night |
| She sleeps with the covers down, |
| Hopin' that somebody gets in. |
| Doesn’t matter what she does, |
| She knows that she can’t win. |
| Oh, Suzannah’s gonna cry. |
| She’s got a doll with one eye, |
| That always cries when she gets some sleep |
| She’s waiting for a soldier to come home, |
| But she’ll cry and never die. |
| Oh, Suzannah’s gonna cry, |
| Oh, Suzannah’s still alive. |
| Whiskey or gin, that’s alright, |
| When there’s nothing in her bed at night |
| She sleeps with the covers down, |
| Hopin' that somebody gets in. |
| Doesn’t matter what she does, |
| She knows that she can’t win. |
| Oh, Suzannah’s still alive. |
| Oh, Suzannah’s gonna cry, |
| Oh, Suzannah’s still alive. |
| Oh, Suzannah’s still alive. |