Paula Cole
Paula Cole - God Bless The Child (duet met Chris Botti) lyrics
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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've got lots of friends Crowding 'round your door But when you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more No, no, they don't come around so lonely Rich relations give, 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 that's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding 'round your door But when you're gone and spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give crust of bread and such You can help yourself But please, 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 God bless the child Give 'em light Give 'em hope Give 'em heart Give 'em hope God bless that child