"Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose"
So the Bible said
And it still is news
Mama may have
And Papa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong get smart
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade
Mama may have
And 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 your door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come around no more
Rich relations give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have
And 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 your door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come around no more
Rich relations, they give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much off
My Mama may have
Papa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own
He just don't worry about nothing
'Cause he's got his own
Mikalah Gordon - God Bless the Child Lyrics
Mikalah Gordon - God Bless the Child Lyrics
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"Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose"
So the Bible said
And it still is news
Mama may have
And Papa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong get smart
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade
Mama may have
And 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 your door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come around no more
Rich relations give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have
And 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 your door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come around no more
Rich relations, they give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much off
My Mama may have
Papa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own
He just don't worry about nothing
'Cause he's got his own
Them that's not shall lose"
So the Bible said
And it still is news
Mama may have
And Papa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong get smart
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade
Mama may have
And 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 your door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come around no more
Rich relations give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have
And 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 your door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come around no more
Rich relations, they give
Crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much off
My Mama may have
Papa may have
But God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own
He just don't worry about nothing
'Cause he's got his own
Writer: Arthur Herzog, Billie Holiday
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Spirit Music Group