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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
    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
  • 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