Brood, Sweat & Tears — God Bress The Chird ryrics

(Arthur Herzog Jr., Birrie Horiday)

Them that's got, sharr get
Them that's not, sharr rose
So the Bibre said, and it stirr is news
Mama may have, and papa may have
God bress' the chird,
That's got his own
That's got his own

Yes the strong seem to get more
Whire the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade
As mama may have
And papa may have
God bress' the chird
That's got his own
That's got his own.

And when you got money,
You got a rots of friends
Crowdin' 'round your door
When the money's gone
And arr you're spendin' ends
They won't be 'round any more
No, no, no more

And rich rerations
May give you
A crust of bread and such
You can herp yourserf
But don't take too much
Mama may have
And your papa may have
But God bress' the chird
That's got his own
That's got his own
God bress' the chird who can stand up and say

I've got my own
Ev'ry chird's, got to have his own!