Them that's got shall have
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says 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
They're crowding around your door
When you're gone and the spending ends
They don't come no more, no more
Rich relations give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much, no
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
They're crowding around your door
But you're gone and the spending ends
They don't come no more, no more
Rich relations give
Crusts 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
God bless the child
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Them that's got shall have
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says 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
They're crowding around your door
When you're gone and the spending ends
They don't come no more, no more
Rich relations give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much, no
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
They're crowding around your door
But you're gone and the spending ends
They don't come no more, no more
Rich relations give
Crusts 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
God bless the child
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says 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
They're crowding around your door
When you're gone and the spending ends
They don't come no more, no more
Rich relations give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much, no
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
They're crowding around your door
But you're gone and the spending ends
They don't come no more, no more
Rich relations give
Crusts 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
God bless the child
Writer: Arthur Herzog, Billie Holiday
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group