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{title:Summertime}
{st:Dubose Heyward, Ira & George Gerswin}
[E]Summer[Am]time[E], [Am]and the l[E]ivin` is [Am]easy,[E] [Am] [E]
[E]Fish are [Dm]jum[Dsus]pin`, [Dm]and the cotton is [E]high.[E7]
Oh your d[Am]addy`s [E]rich,[Am] and your [E]ma, she`s good [Am]look[E]in`,[Am] [D7]
So h[C]ush little [Am]baby, [Dm]don`t [E]you [Am]cry. [E] [Am] [E]
One of these mornings, you`re gonna wake up singing,
And you`ll spread your wings, and you`ll take to the sky.
But `till that morning, there ain`t nothing to harm you,
Your mamma and your papa gonna be standing by.
Summertime, and the livin` is easy,
Fish are jumpin`, and the cotton is high.
Oh your daddy`s rich, and your ma, she`s good lookin`,
So hush little baby, don`t you cry.
Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
by Steve Putz
7 September 1992