Natalie Merchant – Texas (Guitar)

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Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. 

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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. 

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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.

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When I get my little eye on it, when I get my little mind on it, you best believe.

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Oh my my my my my 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. 

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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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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.

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When I get my little eye on it, when I get my little mind on it, you best believe.

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Oh my my my my my my, it's all coming to me.

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Papa came along and he shook the tree; 

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down came a bushel and a peck for me. 

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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. 

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Papa set a fire and it burned for me. 

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Papa put a skillet in the flame to fry; 

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Papa filled this little silver spoon of mine. 

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Papa said the Lord took a shine to me. 

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Papa said I gotta set the whole world free. 

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whole world free, whole world free

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Papa said how it's gonna be.