Summertime

Sum-mer time, and the liv-in' is ea-sy; fish are jump-in', and the cot-ton is high.
Oh, yo' dad-dy's rich, and yo' ma is good look-in'; so hush lit-tle ba-by, don't you cry.
One of these morn-in's you goin' to rise up sing-in'; then you'll spread yo' wings, and you'll take to the sky.
But 'til that morn-in', there's a-noth-in' can harm you, with dad-dy and mam-my stand-in' by.