Then that’s got shall have
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 one’s 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
They’re crowding ’round your door
But when you’re gone and spending ends
They don’t come 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’ve got lots of friends
They’re crowding ’round your door
But when you’re gone and spending ends
They don’t come 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
He just don’t worry about nothin’
‘Cause he’s got his own
Yes he’s got his own
