summertime

summertime and the livin' is easy

fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high

oh

your daddy's rich and your mama's good looking

so hush

little baby

don't you cry

one of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing

then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky

but till that morning

there's nothing can harm you

with daddy and mommy standing by

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