Summertime and the living is easy
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Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
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Oh, your Daddy's rich and your Momma's good looking
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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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Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky
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But till that morning there's nothing can harm you
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With Daddy and Mommy standing by
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Summertime
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| Sarah Harmer |
