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.
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 It's all coming to me.
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 Going down picking when it's harvest time,
 gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine for me.
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 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.
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 Ole sweet tooth aching in my head,
 gonna fill my belly to the brim, oh yes indeed!
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 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.
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 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.
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 Pumpin' and a-suckin' till the well is dry,
 nobody's booming in these busted times like me.
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 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.
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 Papa came along and he shook the tree;
 
 down came a bushel and a peck for me.
 Papa shooed away all the honeybees.
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 Papa dug a well and it flowed for me.
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 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.
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 Papa said how it's gonna be.