summertime

jazz standard

Summertime And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby , don't you cry One of these mornings You're going to rise up singing' Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky But till that morning There's is nothing' can harm you With daddy and mammy standing by Piano sanajazz Guitar napolitas