Written by Billie Holiday
Then that`s got shall get,
them that`s not shall loose,
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.
Well the strong gets more,
while the weak ones fade,
empty pokets 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`ve got lots of friends
crowding round your door
when it`s gone and spending ends
they don`t come round 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.