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Summertime, |
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And the livin' is easy |
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Fish are jumpin' |
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And the cotton is high |
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Your daddy's rich |
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And your mamma's good lookin' |
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So hush little baby |
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Don't you cry |
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One of these mornings |
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You're going to rise up singing |
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Then you'll spread your wings |
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And you'll take to the sky |
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But till that morning |
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There's a'nothing can harm you |
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With daddy and mamma standing by |
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Summertime, |
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And the livin' is easy |
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Fish are jumpin' |
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And the cotton is high |
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Your daddy's rich |
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And your mamma's good lookin' |
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So hush little baby |
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Don't you cry |
