God Bless the Child

Them that's got shall get them that's not shall loose
So the Bible said and it's still is news
Moma may have Popa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Yes the strong get more while the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Moma may have Popa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

One day you've got lots of friends
Crowding at your door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come round no more

Rich relations give a crust of bread and such
You can help yourself but don't take too much
Moma may have Popa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own



Credits
Writer(s): Billie Holiday, Arthur Herzog
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