Them 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
Well, 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
Crowding around the door
But when your money’s gone and spending ends
They don't come around no more
Rich relations will give you 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
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding around the door
But when your money’s gone and spending ends
They don't come around no more
Rich relations will give you 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
(Ad lib)
He don’t need, he don’t need nobody else
God bless the one who can be independent
Who doesn’t need to lean on everybody else around
That’s why God will bless the child….
(Music and Lyrics by Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog Jnr)
