God Bless the Child

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says and it still is news, oh
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own

Yes the strong get smart
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade, oh
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own

Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding 'round the door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come 'round no more
Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don't take too much, oh
Mama may have and Papa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own

Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Billie Holiday, Arthur Herzog
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