Lady Sings The Blues

Them 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 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 They 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 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 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 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's just Don't worry about nothing 'Cause he's got his own Yes he's got his own