The Beautiful South - God Bless The Child lyrics

(B. Holiday / A. Herzog)

Those that's got shall get

Those that's not shall lose

So the bible said and it still is true

Mama may have

Papa may have

But God bless the child that's got his own

That's got his own

Well the strong seem to get 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

And when you got money

You got lots of friends

Crawling round your door

When the money's gone

And all your spending ends

They won't be around no more

Rich relations may give you

A crust of bread and such

You can help yourself but don't take too much

'Cos Mama may have

Papa may have

But God bless the child that's got his own

That's got his own

When you got money

You got lots of friends

Crawling round your door

When the money's gone

And all your spending ends

They won't be around no more

Rich relations may give you

A crust 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 can turn round and say

I've got my own