| Summertime, and the livin' is easy
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| Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high
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| Yo' daddy’s rich, and yo' mama’s good-lookin'
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| So hush little baby, don’t you cry
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| One of these mornin’s you gonna rise up singin'
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| You gonna spread your little wings, and you’ll take to the sky
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| But 'till that mornin', there ain’t nothin' gonna harm you
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| With yo mama and daddy, standin' bye
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| Now it’s summertime, and the livin' is easy
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| Them fish are jumpin', and the cotton’s 'bout waist high
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| Yo' daddy’s rich, and, ya know yo' mama’s good-lookin'
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| Now hush little baby, don’t, you cry
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| Summertime |