Summertime An the livin is easy. Fish are jumpin And the cotton is high. Oh yo daddys rich An yo ma aint ugly So hush, little baby, Don yo cry. One of these mornins you goin to rise up singin, Then youll spread yo tiny itty bitty wings an youll take the Sky. But till that mornin Theres a nothin can harm you With mammy an daddy standin by
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