Summertime (Ray Charles)

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

Your daddy‘s rich 
And your mamma‘s good lookin‘ 
So hush little baby 
Don‘t you cry. 

One of these mornings 
You‘re going to rise up singing 
Then you‘ll spread your wings 
And you‘ll take to the sky. 

But till that morning 
There‘s a‘nothing can harm you 
With daddy and mamma standing by. 

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

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