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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 |
