(Billie Holiday, Arthur Herzog) Edward B Marks Music Co. (ASCAP) © 1942
All vocals recorded by Geneva Renee at Red Mile Music Studio in Silver Spring, MD
All music arranged and produced by Aaron Hill at Fruition Music Inc. in Baltimore MD

Lyrics

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 that's got his own
That's got his own

Yes, 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 that's got his own
That's got his own

When you’ve got money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding all around your door
But when the money’s gone, and all the spending ends
They don't come no more

Rich relations may 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 that's got his own
That's got his own

That’s got his own

That way he don’t have to worry ‘bout a thang, no, no, no
God bless that child.

See, when you’ve got money, you've surely got lots of friends
And they’re always crowding all ‘round your door
But when the money’s gone, and all of that good spending ends
You don’t never see them coming ‘round no more

Rich relations give crust of bread and such
Now, you can help yourself
But, darlin’, don't you dare take too much

Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless that child who can stand up and say,
“I’ve got my own!”

Don’t have to worry ‘bout me, ‘cause I’ve got my own.