Lyrics Billie Holiday

Billie Holiday

God Bless The Child

Them that's got shall get, them that's not shall lose;

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So the Bible said, and it still is news.

Mama may have, papa mayhave,

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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,

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Empty pockets don't ever make the grade;

Mama may have, papa may have,

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But God bless the child that's got his own,

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That's got his own.

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Money, you got lots o' friends crowdin' round the door;

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When you're gone, and spending ends,

They don't come no more.

Rich relations give crust of bread and such;

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You can help yourself, but don't take too much.

Mama may have, papa may have,

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But God bless the child that's got his own,

That's got his own.