Where The Black-Eyed Susans Grow
Composer(s): Dave Radford; Richard A. Whiting



I know a plain old fashioned farmhouse
down a pretty little lane
Where yellow 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

Her daddy's just a plain old farmer, mother's just a farmer too
they surely raised some pretty Daisy when they raised my little Sue
You may have your pretty Roses, Violets and Pansies too 
you can keep your snow white Lilies, I will leave them all for you

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 
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 country side 
maybe I'll introduce you to my corn fed bride 
when I come back from the shack where the Black-eyed Susans grow