Texas - Natalie Merchant

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