Rosemary Clooney - God Bless The Child lyrics

Them that's got, shall get Them that's not, shall lose So the bible said, 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 Yes the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money, you got lots of friends Hanging 'round your door But when your gone and spendin' ends Then they don't come back 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 that's got his own That's got his own Money, you got lots of friends Crowding 'round your door But when your gone and spendin' ends Then they don't come back no more No more Rich relations give Crusts of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have And Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own God bless the child that's got his own