– It Ain't Necessarily So –
by George and Ira Gershwin
from "Porgy and Bess," 1935

It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
De things dat yo' liable to read in de Bible
It ain't necessarily so

Li'l David was small but oh my
Li'l David was small but oh my
He fought big Goliath who lay down and dieth
Li'l David was small but oh my

Oh Jonah he lived in de whale
Oh Jonah he lived in de whale
For he made his home in dat fish's abdomen
Oh Jonah he lived in de whale

Li'l Moses was found in a stream
Li'l Moses was found in a stream
He floated on water 'til ole Pharaoh's daughter
She fished him she says from that stream 

It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
Dey tell all you chillun de debble's a villain
But 'taint necessarily so

To get into Hebben don' snap for a sebben
Live clean, don' have no fault
Oh I takes de gospel whenever it's pos'ble
But wid a grain of salt

– Summertime –
by George Gershwin
from "Porgy and Bess," 1935

Summertime,         
and the livin' is easy;
Fish are jumpin',       
and the cotton  is high.
Yo' daddy's rich    
and yo' mama's good-lookin',
So hush, little baby, don't  you cry.

One of these mornin's,    
you're gonna rise up singin';
You're gonna spread your wings 
And take    to the sky.
But 'til that mornin',        
ain't nothin' can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin' by


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Methus'lah lived nine hundred years
Methus'lah lived nine hundred years
But who calls dat livin' when no gal'll give in
To no man what's nine hundred years

I'm preachin' dis sermon to show
It ain't nessa, ain't nessa
Ain't nessa, ain't nessa
It ain't necessarily so
– Old Man River –
Oscar Hammerstein and Jerome Kern
from "Showboat," 1927,
Paul Robeson movie 1936
 
/ / Ol' Man River, that Ol' Man River,
he must know somethin', but don't say nothin'
he just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along.

He don't plant taters, and he don't plant cotton,
and them what plants em, are soon forgotten
But Ol' Man River, just keeps rollin' along.
 
You and me, we sweat and strain,
body all achin' and racked with pain.
Tote that barge and lift that bale,
you get a little drunk and you lands in jail.
 
I gets weary, and sick of trying,
I'm tired of livin', but I'm scared of dyin',
but Ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along. / /
{ Repeat all above after all below}

Here we all work 'long the Mississippi,
here we all work while the white folk play.
Pullin' them boats from the dawn till sunset,
gettin' no rest till the judgment day.

Don't look up and don't look down,
you don't das make the boss man frown.
Bend your knees and bow your head,
and pull that rope until you're dead.
 
Let me go 'way from the Mississippi,
let me go 'way from the white man boss.
Show me that stream called the River Jordan,
that's the old stream that I long to cross.