6.Summertime
Summertime, time, time,
Child, the living easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton high, Lord, so high.
Your daddy rich
And your ma is so good-looking, baby.
She looking good now,
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No, no, no, no, don you cry.
Don you cry!
One of these mornings
You e gonna rise, rise up singing,
You e gonna spread your wings,
Child, and take, take to the sky,
Lord, the sky.
But until that morning
Honey, n-n-nothing going to harm you now,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Don you cry,
Cry.
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