Summertime by George Benson
It's a summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high.
Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry.
[solo]
cause one of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky.
But until that moment
There's nothing gonna harm you
Your mommy and daddy are standing by.
