Porgy and Bess (medley) Songtext
von Patti Austin

Listen to your mother warn you
Fore you start a traveling
Women, they born you, love you, and mourn you
But a woman is a sometime thing
Yes a woman is a sometime thing
Your mama is the first to name you

And she′ll tie you to her apron strings
Then she'll shame you, and she′ll blame you
Till your woman comes to claim you
Cause a woman is a sometime thing
Yes a woman is a sometime thing
Don't you never let a woman grieve you

Just cause she's got your wedding ring
She′ll love you and deceive you
Then she′ll take your clothes and leave you
Cause a woman is a sometime thing
Yes a woman is a sometime thing
Yes a woman is a sometime thing
Yes a woman is a sometime thing


Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high
Oh your daddy's rich
And you′re ma is good looking
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You′re gonna rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you′ll take to the sky
But till that morning cuz
There ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mama standing by
Ooh

There's a boat that′s leavin′ soon for New York
Come with me, that's where we belong, baby
You and me can live that high life in New York
Come with me, that′s where we belong
That's where we belong

It′ ain't necessarily so
It ain′t necessarily so
Things that you're liable
To read in the bible
It ain't necessarily so


David was small but oh my
Little David was small but oh my
He fought big Goliath
Who fell down and dieth
Little David was small but oh my

Scared he was
Scared he was
Jonah he lived in a whale
Jonah he lived in a whale
For he made his home in that fishes abdomen oh

Jonah he lived in a whale
Moses was found in a stream
Don′t you know that Moses was found in a stream
He floated on the water till old Pharaoh′s daughter
She fished him she says from that stream

Scared he was
Scared he was
It ain't necessarily so
Said it ain′t necessarily so
Well you tell all your children that the devil is a billain
But it ain't, ain′t necessarily so

To get into heaven
Don't snap for a seven
If clean, don′t have no fault
Oh take the gospel whenever it's possible
But with a grain of salt
The pharaohs live 900 years

The pharaohs live 900 years
But who calls that living
When no gal's gonna give in
To no man who wants 900 years
I′m preaching the sermon to show
That it ain′t nessa, ain't nessa
Ain′t nessa, ain't nessa, ain′t necessarily so

I've got plenty of nuttin′
Nuttin' is plenty for me
I got not car, got no mule
I got not misery
Folks with plenty of plenty
They've got a lock on the door

Afraid somebody′s gonna rob em
While they′re out making more, what for
I got not lock on the door, that's no way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor, that′s ok with me
Cause the things that I prize

Like the stars in the skies
Are all free
I've got plenty of nuttin′
Nuttin' is plenty for me
I′ve got my guy, got my song

Got heaven the whole day long
Got my guy, got my Lord
Got my song
I got plenty of nuttin'
Nuttin's plenty for me
I′ve got the sun, got the moon

Got the deep blue sea
Folks with plenty of plenty
Gotta pray the whole darn day
Seems with plenty
You sure gotta worry

How to the devil away, away
I ain′t frettin about hell till the time arrives
Never wary long as I'm well
Never one to strive to be good to be bad, what the hell I′m just glad
I'm alive

I′ve got plenty of nuttin'
Nuttin′s plenty for me
Got my guy, got my song
Got heaven the whole way long
Got my man, got my Lord

Got my song, got my man
There's a boat that's leaving soon for New York
Come with me, that′s where we belong
That′s where we belong