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 The child that's got his own
So 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 The child that's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding 'round the door And when you're gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have Papa may have But God bless the child The child that's got his own
Yes, Jesus loves me Yes, Jesus loves me Yes, Jesus loves me The Bible tells me so
Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding 'round the door When you're gone, spending ends They don't come, they don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have Papa may have But God bless the child The child that's got his own God bless the child that's got his ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
