Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich
And your mama's good lookin'
So hush little baby now
don't you cry
One of these mornin's
You're gonna rise up singin'
You're gonna spread your wings
And take to the sky
But til that mornin'
Ain't nothin' can harm you
With your daddy
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