(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