God Bless The Child - Rosemary Clooney

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

Yes 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 got lots of friends

Hanging 'round your door

But when your gone and spendin' ends

Then they don’t come back no more

Rich relations give

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 got lots of friends

Crowding 'round your door

But when your gone and spendin' ends

Then they don’t come back no more

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

God bless the child that’s got his own