| Them that’s got, shall get
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| Them that’s not, shall lose
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| So the bible said, and it still is news
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| Mama may have
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| 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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| Yes the strong gets more
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| While the weak ones fade
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| Empty pockets don’t ever make the grade
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| Mama may have
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| 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 of friends
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| Hanging 'round your door
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| But when your gone and spendin' ends
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| Then they don’t come back no more
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| Rich relations give
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| Crusts of bread and such
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| You can help yourself
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| But don’t take too much
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| Mama may have
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| 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 of friends
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| Crowding 'round your door
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| But when your gone and spendin' ends
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| Then they don’t come back no more
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| No more
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| Rich relations give
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| Crusts of bread and such
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| You can help yourself
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| But don’t take too much
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| Mama may have
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| And 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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| God bless the child that’s got his own |