Lyrics Where the Black-Eyed Susans Grow - Live - Al Jolson

And here's Al

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
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 come back from the shack where the black-eyed Susans grow

There's 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 long ago
Something tells me that I'm welcome where the black-eyed Susans grow

I'm going back to a 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
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 blushing bride
When I detect the shack where the black-eyed Susans grow