Jim Proctor Sings (you A Song)

[Lyrics/music credits: Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog, Jr.] Them that's got shall get, Them that's not shall lose, So the Bible said and it still is news, Papa may have, Mama may have, But God bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own. Yes the strong get more, While the weak ones fade, Empty pockets don't ever make the grade, Papa may have, Mama may have, But God bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own. Money, you've got lots of friends, Crowding 'round your door, When you're gone and the spending ends, They don't come 'round no more. (Interlude) Money, you've got lots of friends, Crowding 'round your door, When you're gone and the spending ends, They don't come 'round no more. Rich relations give crusts of bread and such, You can help yourself, but don't take too much, Papa may have, Mama may have. But God bless the child who can stand up and say, I've got my own.