Summertime

Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are a jumping
And the cotton is high
Yo daddy’s rich
And your momma’s good looking
So hush, little baby
Don’t you cry


One of these mornings
You gonna rise up singing
Gonna spread your wings
And take for the sky
Until that day
You better hush up your crying
Cause momma and daddy are standing by

Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are a jumping
And the cotton is high
Summertime