Summertime,
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Child, you're living easy.
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Fish are, 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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When your ma, oh honey thinks she's mighty good-looking, babe.
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I said she's looking pretty fine to me right now,
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Don't you know she is.
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Whoa, hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
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No, no, no, no, no, don't you cry.
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Oh honey you'd better not cry
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'Cause they're gonna kick you up if when you want to do nothing,
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Take it from me!
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Cry.
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Whoa, one of these mornings,
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Child, you'll rise up singing, baby, oh.
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I said you're gonna wanna go, honey, spread your wings,
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Yeah, child, you take, take to the sky,
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Lord, the sky.
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Until that morning,
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Honey, no-no-no-nothing's going to harm you, babe,
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I said honey nothing's ever gonna let you down,
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'Cause I just wouldn't let them do it, no, no, no, no, no,
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Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
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No, no, no, no, no,
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Don't you cry, oh no,
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Cry.
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Alright.
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Summertime
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| Kozmic Blues Band |
