Lyrics Texas - Natalie Merchant

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 coming to me
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
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
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
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
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
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
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