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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, Papa may have
But God bless the child that′s got his own
And 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
And when you got money
You got lots of friends
All crowding round your door
When the money′s gone
And just yourself remains
They won′t crowd around anymore
Rich relations may give you
A crust of bread and such
You can help yourself, child
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
That′s got his own
But listen, when the money's gone
And just yourself remains
They won′t crowd around anymore
Oh no
Rich relations may give you
A crust of bread and such
Saying help, go on, 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
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Writer(s): Billie Holiday, Arthur Herzog Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
