Then that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowdin' 'round the door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give, crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowdin' 'round the door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give, crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child
But God bless the child that's got his own
God bless the child
God bless the child
God bless the child
The child blessed got his own
The child
God bless the child
The child
God bless the child
The child
God bless the child
The child
God bless the child
Writer(s): Billie Holiday, Arthur Herzog
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