Richie Havens God Bless The Child
Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says and that still is news
Cause Mama may have, and Papa may have, Lord
But God, you’re gonna bless the child who's got his own
Yeah, who's got his own
I say the rich get more
While the weak ones fade
Lord, empty pockets never make the grade
Cause Mama may have, and Papa may have, Lord
But God, you’re gonna bless the child who's got his own
Who's got his own
Money, you've got lots and lots of friends
Crowding around your front door
And when it’s gone,
Yeah Lord, gone
And all that spending ends
I say they don't come around
No, no anymore, no, no
They don't come around anymore
I’m singing
Rich relations may give
A crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't you
Don’t you take too much
Because, Mama may have, and Papa may have
But God, you’re gonna bless the child who's got his own
Yeah, yeah, who's got his own
Who’s got his own
Who’s got his own
Who’s got his own
