Summertime an the livin' is easy .
Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high.
Oh yo' daddy's rich an' you ma is good lookin'
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So hush little baby, don't you cry.
One of these mornin's you goin' to rise up singin'
Then you'll spread yo' wings an' you'll take to the sky.
But till that mornin', there's nothin' can harm you,
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With daddy and mammy standin' by.