Child, the living's easy.
Fish are, 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.
I think she's looking pretty fine to me now,
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
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 go and spread your wings,
Child, and take, take to the sky,
Lord, the sky.
Until that morning
Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm you babe,
I say honey
nothing's gonna let you down
No, no, no, no, no, no, don't you cry,