God Bless The Child

God Bless The Child
(by Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog)

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says, 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 rich ones gain
While the poor ones fade
Empty pockets, they don't ever seem to make the grade Mama may have and 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
Hanging ‘round your door
But, when it’s gone, and the spending ends
They don't come ‘round no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself, 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
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself, don’t you take too much
Mama may, Papa may
God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own