Summertime

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Summertime
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high.

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 singin'
Then you'll spread your wings
And take to the sky.

Until that morning
There is nothing to harm you
Your mommy and daddy standing by.

Your mommy and daddy standing by.