Janis Joplin Summertime

Janis Joplin Summertime Summertime, Child, your living s easy. Fish are, fish are jumping out And the cotton, Lord, Cotton s high, Lord so high. Your dad s rich And your ma is so goodlooking, baby. She s alooking pretty fine to me now, Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby now, No, no, no, 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. But until that