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
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 loan, 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


Lyrics submitted by scott29050

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