I came from Alabama with the banjo on my knee.

I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.

It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry.

The sun's so hot, I froze to death.

Susanna, don't you cry.

Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me.

I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.

Hello everyone, welcome to the Stephen King cast, one man's musings on the works of Stephen King.

Each week I'll review one entry in the bibliography of Stephen King in the chronological order of publication,

and this week I continue to look at the end of Stephen King's decades-long journey to the

Dark Tower with a novel that I consider to be the second part of a trilogy that will conclude

with Book 7, The Dark Tower, a novel that focuses on the strength of a beloved member of

the Katte, the titular Susanna.

Now, this is a novel that I've been thinking a lot about lately,

as it serves as a punchline to a joke that King told as far back when he published the Gunslinger

when Walter mocks Roland in the Golgotha.

I don't know if you remember,

but at one point, Walter tells Roland

of how previous civilizations had mastered science and exploration,

traveling to the moon and curing cancer.

He writes,

Gunslinger.

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