Summertime An' the livin is easy. Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high. Oh yo' daddy's rich An' yo' ma ain't ugly So hush, little baby, Don' yo' cry. One of these mornin's you goin' to rise up singin', Then you'll spread yo' tiny itty bitty wings an' you'll take the Sky. But till that mornin' There's a nothin' can harm you With mammy an' daddy standin' by
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