Summertime,
Child, your living's easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton's high, Lord so high.

Your dad's rich
And your ma is so good-looking.
She's a-looking pretty fine to me now,

Hush baby, now
No no no
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're gonna rise up singing,
You're gonna spread your wings, child,
And take to the sky.

But until that morning,
Honey, nothing's going to harm you

No, no, no
Don't you cry

~Janis Joplin