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.