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It's summertime |
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and the living is easy |
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The bees are jumping |
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and the cotton is high |
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Your daddy's rich |
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and your mama's good looking |
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Would you hush, pretty baby, don't you cry |
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One of these mornings |
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you're gonna wake up singing |
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Then you're gonna spread your wings and take to the sky |
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But till that morning ain't nothing, nothing going to harm you |
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With your mommy and daddy |
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there standing by |
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It's summertime |
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and the living is easy |
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The bees are jumping |
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and the cotton is high |
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Your daddy's rich |
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and your mama's good looking |
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Would you hush, pretty baby, don't you cry |
