Texas

[Chorus] Gonna get what’s mine and wild horses couldn’t keep it from me Papa says I’m a golden child and the whole world’s gonna fall at my feet It’s all coming to me [Verse 1] Going down picking when it’s harvest time Gonna get my share, gonna get what’s mine for me Sun is a-blazing down but I don’t mind; I’m picking, I’m digging, it’s harvest time for me When I get my little eye on it When I get my little mind on it, you best believe [Verse 2] Ole sweet tooth aching in my head Gonna fill my belly to the brim, oh yes indeed! Hive is a-buzzing in a hollow tree And I don’t care if I gotta kill a little honeybee [Bridge] When I get my little eye on it When I get my little mind on it, you best believe Oh my, it’s all coming to me [Chorus] Gonna get what’s mine and wild horses couldn’t keep it from me Papa says I’m a golden child and the whole world is gonna fall at my feet It’s all coming to me [Verse 3] Pumpin’ and a-suckin’ till the well is dry Nobody’s booming in these busted times like me Down in Texas where the cattle don’t roam Oil is a-dripping and the savings and loans, they bleed [Bridge] When I get my little eye on it When I get my little mind on it, you best believe Oh my, it’s all coming to me [Verse 4] Papa came along and he shook the tree; Down came a bushel and a peck for me Papa shooed away all the honeybees Papa dug a well and it flowed for me Papa caught the mother-lode fish for me Papa set a fire and it burned for me Papa put a skillet in the flame to fry; Papa filled this little silver spoon of mine Papa said the Lord took a shine to me Papa said I gotta set the whole world free Papa said how it’s gonna be