Lyrics God Bless the Child - Aretha Franklin
Them
that's
got
shall
get
Them
that's
not
shall
lose
For
the
Bible
says
And
it
still
is
news
Momma
may
have
Poppa
may
have
God
bless
the
child
That's
got
his
own
That's
got
his
own
Well,
the
strong
gets
more
While
the
weak
ones
fade
Empty
pockets
don't
Ever
make
the
grade,
oh
no
Momma
may
have
Poppa
may
have
But
God
bless
the
child
That
can
stand
up
anywhere
and
say
"I've
got
my
own",
woah
And
you've
got
money
You've
got
lots
of
friends
Crowdin'
round
the
door
And
when
that
money's
gone
And
of
that
spending
means
Oh
don't
you
know
they
aren't
coming
around
anymore
Not
rich
realations
will
give
you
A
crust
of
bread
and
such
Now
you
can
help
yourself
Oh
but
don't
take,
don't
take
too
much,
no
no
Momma
may
have
Hmm
and
Poppa
may
have
But
God
bless
the
child
It's
always
a
child
that
can
say
"I've
got
my
own"
Oh
I've
got
my
own
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