Sam Cooke
Summertime
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Lyrics
Summertime And the living is easy Fish are jumping And cotton is high 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 Then you'll spread your wings And take to the sky But until that morning There is nothing can harm you No, no, no, no With your daddy and mommy Standing by
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Genres
Blues
Jazz
Soul
Moods
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Vocals
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