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Summertime |
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And the living is easy |
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Fish are jumping |
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And the cotton is high |
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Well, your daddy's rich |
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And your mammy's good looking |
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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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Well, you're gonna rise up singing |
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Then you're a gonna spread your wings |
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And you'll take to the sky, mm |
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But till that morning |
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There's a nothing, nothing can harm you |
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With your daddy and mammy |
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Standing by |
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Summertime |
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And, oh, the living is so easy |
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You know fish they are a jumping |
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Well, the cotton |
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Ooh, the cotton's growing so high, high |
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Well, your daddy's rich |
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And your mammy's so good looking |
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So hush, little baby |
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Don't you cry |
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Well, you know |
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You know one of these mornings |
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You're, you're, you're gonna rise up singing |
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Then you're gonna spread your wings |
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And you'll take |
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Oh, I know you'll take to the sky |
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But till that morning |
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There's nothing, nothing, nothing |
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Nothing can harm you |
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No, no, no, no, no |
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With doddy and mammy standing by |
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So hush, little baby, please don't you cry |
