God Bless The Child

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says Lord, and it's still news
Mama may have
Papa may have it
God bless a child
Who's got his own
Who's got his own

Ooh, you know that
The strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't
They don't ever, ever make the grade
Ooh, no, no, no, no

Mama may have
Papa may have it
God bless a child
Who's got his own, hey
Who's got his own

Money, you've got lots of friends
They're all crowdin' up around your door
But, oh, Lord, when all that money's gone
And the good timing and spending ends
They don't come around
You don't see none of 'em
Hanging 'round no more

Rich relations may give you
A small crust of bread and such
Go right on and help yourself
But don't you dare
Don't take too much, oh, no, no

Mama may have
Papa may have
God bless the child
Who's got his own
Tell you that God will bless the child
Who can stand up anywhere
And say, "I've got my own," ow



Credits
Writer(s): Robert John Lange, Shania Twain
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