| Summertime, and the livin' is easy
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| Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
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| Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good-lookin'
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| So hush little baby, don’t you cry
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| One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing
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| And you’ll spread your wings and you’ll take to the sky
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| But 'til that morning, there ain’t nothin' can harm you
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| With daddy and mammy standin' by
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| Summertime, and the livin' is easy
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| Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
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| Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good-lookin'
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| So hush little baby, don’t you cry |