Rosemary Clooney God Bless The Child
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
