Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says and it still is news cuz
Mama may have and 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 cuz
Mama may have and papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Oh yeah money, money you've got lots of friends
Hanging round your door
When you're gone and spending ends
We don't come round no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much cuz
Mama may have and papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Theresa Sokyrka - God Bless This Child Lyrics
Theresa Sokyrka - God Bless This Child Lyrics
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Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says and it still is news cuz
Mama may have and 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 cuz
Mama may have and papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Oh yeah money, money you've got lots of friends
Hanging round your door
When you're gone and spending ends
We don't come round no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much cuz
Mama may have and papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says and it still is news cuz
Mama may have and 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 cuz
Mama may have and papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Oh yeah money, money you've got lots of friends
Hanging round your door
When you're gone and spending ends
We don't come round no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much cuz
Mama may have and papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own