Sweet Summertime Blues

The Krip

Summertime, time, time, Child, the living’s easy.

Fish are jumping out And the cotton, Lord, Cotton’s high, Lord, so high.

Your daddy’s rich

And your ma is so good-looking, baby. She’s looking good now,

Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,

No, no, no, no, don’t you cry.

Don’t you cry!

One of these mornings You’re gonna rise, rise up singing,

You’re gonna spread your wings,

Child, and take, take to the sky,

Lord, the sky.

Janis Joplin