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