(Originally written by Billie Holiday & Arthur Herzog Jr.)



Them that's got shall get

Them that's not shall lose

Oh the Bible says and it still is news

Mama may have, Papa may have

God bless the child that's got his own

That's got his own



And the strong seem get more

While the weak ones slave

Empty pockets don't ever make the grade

Mama may have, Papa may have

God bless the child that's got his own

That's got his own



And when you've got money 

You've got lots of friends

Crowding around your door

When the money's gone

And all your spending ends

They won't be ‘round any more



And the rich relations may give you 

A crust of bread and such

You can help yourself

Just don't take too much

Mama may have, Papa may have

God bless the child that's got his own

That's got his own



And when you've got money 

You've got lots of friends, yea

Crowding around your door

When the money's gone

And all your spending ends

They won't be ‘round any more



And the rich relations may give you 

A crust of bread and such

You can help yourself

Just don't take too much

Mama may have, Papa may have

God bless the child that's got his own

That's got his own



That's got his own 

That's got his own 

God bless the child