Country:
USA
Started in:
1901
Genres:
Jazz, Pop, tradjazz
The noises, the TV, the rusty old pipes
The cat always teasin' my dog
The neighbors, the quarrels, the screaming of kids
For the first time in years I'll sleep like a log
Heaven is waiting for me, my friend
Seven or eight dreams around the bend
And if you're ever in town inquire
We'll be glad to have you share the home fire.
Summertime and the living is easy,
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high.
Your daddy is rich and your ma' is good lookin',
So hush, little baby, baby, don't you cry.
One of these mornings you'll gonna rise up singin',
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky.
But till that morning there's nothing can harm you,
With daddy and mammy, mammy standing by.
So don't you cry.