作词：Arthur Herzog, Billie Holiday, Jr.

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
But 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's can stand up anywhere
And say, 'I've got my own'
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When you've got money, you've got lots of friends
Crowded round the door
When that money's gone and all of the spendin' ends
Oh don't you know they aren't comin' around anymore?

Now rich relations give you
A crust of bread and such
Now you can help yourself
Oh but don't take, don't take too much no

Momma may have and poppa may have
But God bless the child
It's always a child that can say, 'I've got my own'
Ohh, I've got my own