Texty: Blood Sweat & Tears. God Bless' The Child.

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
God bless the child
That's got his own will
That's got his own

And the strong seem to get more
While the weak one's fade
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade

As Mama may have
And Papa may have
God bless the child
That's got his own
That's got his own

And when you got money
You got a lots of friends
They're crowdin' 'round your door

When the money's gone
And all you're spendin' ends
They won't be 'round any more
No, no, no more

And rich relations may give you
A crust 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

And when you got money
You got a lots of friends
They're crowdin' 'round your door
But wait a minute [Incomprehensible]

When the money's gone
And all you're spendin' ends
They won't be 'round any more
No, no, no more

And rich relations may give you
A crust 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
Who can stand up and say
I've got my own

Every child's got to have his own wealth