Summertime Chords

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Title:				SUMMERTIME			(Gershwin)

		Em        Am7 Em       Am7       Em    Am7 Em
		Summertime,    and the livin' is easy
		         Am7                       B7  C7 B7
		Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
		             Em  Am7 Em       Am7          Em      Am7 Em
		Your daddy's rich,   and your momma's good lookin'
		G                   A7 B7        Em  Am7 Em
		So hush little baby,   don't you cry

		Em                   Am7 Em           Am7     Em      Am7 Em
		One of these mornings,   you're gonna rise up singing
		            Am7                                      B7  C7 B7
		Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky
		              Em     Am7 Em        Am7         Em       Am7 Em
		But till that morning,   there's a nothin' can harm you
		     G              A7 B7       Em  Am7 Em
		With daddy and mammy   standing by


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