Summertime, and the livin' is easy.
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high.
Your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'.
So hush little baby, don't you cry.
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing.
You're gonna spread your wings and away you'll fly.
But 'til that morning, nothin' will harm you.
With Daddy and Mammy standin' by.
Summertime, and the livin' is easy.
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high.
Your daddy's rich and your ma, your ma is good-lookin'.
So hush little baby, don't you cry.
Summertime, summertime, summertime, summertime...
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