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
Mama may have and papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own, that's got his own

Yes, the strong get more while the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever seem to make the grade
Mama may have, yes, and papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own, that's got his own

Tell it like it is, Jill

When you've got money, you've got a lot of friends
Always hanging round the door
When you're money's gone and the spending ends
They just don't come around any more

Rich relations give, crust of bread and such
You can help yourself but don't take too much
Mama may have and papa he may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own, that's got his own

That's got, that's got his own
That's got his own, that's got his own
That's got his own, that's got his own
That's got his own, that's got his own