Summertime (Live At the Woodstock Music & Art Fair, August 16, 1969)

Summertime
Child, you're living easy
Fish are
Fish are jumping now
Hey the cotton, Lord
Cotton's high
Lord, so high
Your daddy's rich
When your ma
Oh is a fixture
Mommy's good-looking, baby
I said she's looking pretty fine
To me right now
Don't you know she is?
Oh-woah
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby
No, no, no, no, don't you cry
Oh honey you better not do it
'Cause they're gonna kick you
No matter what you do
Take it from me
Cry
Woah
One of these mornings
Child
You'll rise up singing baby
Ahh
I said you gonna wanna go
Honey spread your wings yeah
Child, you take, take to the sky
Lord, the sky
But 'til that morning
Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm you baby
I said Honey nothing's ever gonna let
You down
"Cause I just wouldn't let it do it
No, no, no, no
Hush
Baby, baby, baby,
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
No, no, no, no, no, no you cry
Ah no
Cry