| Summertime, time, time,
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| Child, the living’s easy.
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| Fish are jumping out
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| And the cotton, Lord,
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| Cotton’s high, Lord, so high.
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| Your daddy’s rich
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| And your ma is so good-looking, baby.
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| She’s looking good now,
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| Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
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| No, no, no, no, don’t you cry.
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| Don’t you cry!
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| One of these mornings
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| You’re gonna rise, rise up singing,
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| You’re gonna spread your wings,
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| Child, and take, take to the sky,
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| Lord, the sky.
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| But until that morning
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| Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm you now,
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no |
| , no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
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| Don’t you cry,
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| Cry. |