Summertime

Summer time and the living is easy

Fish are jumping

And the cotton is high

Oh your daddy is rich

And your mom is good looking

So hush little baby

Don't you cry

One of these mornings

Yor're gonna rise up singing

Then you spread your wings

And you take the sky

But till that morning

There's nothing can hold you

Where daddy and mommy

Standing by

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