(B. Holiday/A. Herzog, Jr.) Them that's god shall get Them that's not shall lose So the bible says And it still is news Momma may have Poppa may have But God bless the child That's got his own That's got his own Yeah, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't Ever make the grade Momma may have Poppa may have But God bless the child That's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowdin' round the door When it's gone and Spendin' ends They don't come no more Rich realations give A crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Momma may have Poppa may have But God bless the child That's got his own That's got his own
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