Summertime, and the living is easy.
Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high.
Oh, your daddy’s rich, and your ma is good-looking.
So, hush, little baby, don’t you cry.

One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing.
Yes, you’ll spread your wings and you’ll take to the sky.
But ’til that day, baby hush up your crying.
Cause your mama and your pappy, honey they’re standing by.

Summertime, and the living is easy.
Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high.
Oh, your pappy’s rich, and your mama is good-looking.
So, hush, little baby. Baby, don’t you cry.
Oh, don’t you cry.
Don’t you cry.
Oh, don’t you cry.
Don’t you cry.