Lyrics
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, who's got his own
Who's got his own
The rich ones live, and the poor ones fate
Empty pockets never make the grade
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child, who's got his own
Who's got his own
Money, you've got friends crowding 'round your door
When you're gone and the spending ends, they don't come 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, who's got his own
Who's got his own
So the Bible says, and it still is news
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child, who's got his own
Who's got his own
The rich ones live, and the poor ones fate
Empty pockets never make the grade
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child, who's got his own
Who's got his own
Money, you've got friends crowding 'round your door
When you're gone and the spending ends, they don't come 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, who's got his own
Who's got his own