When I think of the song "Summertime" I think of NOLA

[alphafemale]

Chorus:
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry


One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But till that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing by

Repeat Chorus

If someone wants to pair it with images feel free.

[knowbody0]

1. and that makes me think about Janis

so thanks alphafemale

[girl gone mad]

2. And Janis was from Port Arthur...

so that makes me think of Rita.

Hmmmmm...

[ET Awful]

5. And as of 1995 or so, Janis' mom lived in Prescott, AZ which is only

an hour or so from my hometown, so it makes me homesick :)

[alphafemale]

8. That song fit her.

[greatauntoftriplets]

3. I think of Porgy and Bess....

which was set in Charleston, SC.

:shrug:

Now The House of the Rising Sun.....

[ET Awful]

7. or Cripple Creek by the Band :)

To Lake Charles, Louisiana
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do

[alphafemale]

9. I guess it was the pictures of the crying babies

[DanCa]

4. Stephan Smith - when the storm came rushin in

When The Storm Came Rushing In
By Stephan Smith
Oh when the storm was coming in
Oh when the storm was coming in
Oh how they feared they feared for the numbers when the storm was coming in
Oh how they feared for the numbers when the storm was coming in


The President went on TV
And he told them all to leave
From the shores of Mississippi to the town of New Orleans
From the shores of Mississippi to the town of New Orleans


For miles and miles all you could see
All the people hit the road
Everyone except the number of those who could not go
Everyone except the number of those who could not go


And then the waves and winds and rain
And then the waves and winds and rain
Pounded all along the coastline, and the walls of Pontchartrain
Pounded all along the coastline, and the walls of Pontchartrain


Until the levees they gave way
Until the levees they gave way
And how they prayed and prayed the numbers they¹d be spared on that sad day
How they prayed the numbers they¹d be spared on that sad day


The mayor cried and cried for help
But his cries fell on deaf ears
As his eyes filled with the numbers filled with rage and filled with tears
As his eyes filled with the numbers filled with rage and filled with tears


I saw a mother with her child
About to die of thirst
And the newsmen rise from their slumbers as their hearts began to burst
And the newsmen rise from their slumbers as their hearts began to burst


America, America
God shed his grace on thee
But he shed a tear for the numbers that were lost in New Orleans
But he shed a tear for the numbers that were lost in New Orleans


Oh when the Saints come marching in
Oh when the Saints come marching in
Oh how I hope to be in their numbers when the Saints come marching in
Oh how I hope to be in their numbers when the Saints come marching in

free audio at www.stephensmith.com

[alphafemale]

10. wow

:cry:

[LastDemocratInSC]

6. George Gershwin wrote the song while in Charleston ...

... but the story it tells is one of any place along the Southern and Gulf coasts.