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Summertime, and the livin' is easy;
Am7 C7 F#7#5 B7b9
Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high.
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Yo' daddy's rich and yo' mama's good-lookin',
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So hush, little baby, don't you cry.
One of these mornin's, you're gonna rise up singin';
You're gonna spread your wings And take to the sky.
But 'til that mornin', ain't nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy stan - din' by.