Texas

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 comin' to me

Going down pickin' when it's harvest time
Gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine

For me

Sun is a-blazin' down, but I don't mind
I'm pickin', I'm diggin', 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

Oh, sweet tooth think in my hair
Gonna fill my belly to the brim
Oh, yes, indeed

Hive is a-buzzin' in a hollow tree
And I don't care if I gotta kill a little honey bee

'Cause when I get my little eye on it
And when I get my little mind on it
You best believe

Oh, my

My, my, my

It's all comin' to me

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

All comin' to me

Poppin' and a-suckin' 'til the well is dry
Nobody's boomin' in these busted times
Like me

Down in Texas where the cattle don't roam
Oil is a-drippin' and the savings and loan
They bleed

When I get my little eye on it
When I get my little mind on it
You best believe

Oh, my

My, my, my

It's all comin' to me

It's all comin' to me

Papa came along and he shook the tree

Down came a pusher letmet for me

Papa shooed away all the honey bee

Papa dug a well and it flow for me

Papa cut the mother lao 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

Whole world free, whole world free

Oo, papa said

I was gonna be...