Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin' So hush, little baby, don't you cry
Your daddy's rich And your ma is so good-looking, baby She's a-looking good 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 morning Honey, n-n-nothing's going to harm ya No, no, no no, no no, no... Don't you cry, cry
