Marty Robbins - Summertime Lyrics

Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton grows high
Your daddy's rich and your mommie's good looking
So hush little baby don't you cry

One of those mornings you're gonna wake up singing
You're gonna spread your wings and fly to the sky
until that morning ain't nothing gonna harm you
With mommie and your daddy standing by summertime