Lyrics Eva Cassidy

Eva Cassidy

God Bless the Child

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 who's got his own

Who'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 who's got his own

Who's got his own

Money, you've got lots of friends

Hanging round your door

Then it's gone, and the money ends

They don't come around no more

Rich relations give

Crust of bread and such

You can help yourself baby

Oh don't you take too much

Mama may have, Papa may have

But God bless the child who's got his own

Who's got his own

Money, you've got lots of friends

Hanging round your door

Then it's gone, and the money ends

They don't come around no more

Rich relations give

Crust of bread and such

You can help yourself baby

Oh don't you take too much

Mama may have, Papa may have

But God bless the child who's got his own