Texas

	  		  

Dm               G         C     G                          Am 
Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me.  
Dm                      G             C    G                        Am 
Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world's gonna fall at my feet.  
Dm    G            Am  
It's all coming to me. 

 
 
VERSE:

Am                                                                                       C 
Going down picking when it's harvest time, gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine for me.  
Am                                                                                  C 
Sun is a-blazing down but I don't mind; I'm picking, I'm digging, it's harvest time for me.  
F                    C           Dm                    G                     Am 
When I get my little eye on it, when I get my little mind on it, you best believe. 
 
 
VERSE:

Am                                                                          C 
Ole sweet tooth aching in my head, gonna fill my belly to the brim, oh yes indeed!  
Am                                                                             C 
Hive is a-buzzing in a hollow tree and I don't care if I gotta kill a little honeybee. 
F                    C           Dm                    G                     Am 
When I get my little eye on it, when I get my little mind on it, you best believe. 
F    C    Dm      G                   Am  
Oh my my my my my my, it's all coming to me. 
 
 
 

Dm               G         C     G                          Am 
Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me.  
Dm                      G             C    G                        Am 
Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world's gonna fall at my feet.  
Dm    G            Am  
It's all coming to me. 

 
 
VERSE:
 
Am                                                                                     C 
Pumpin' and a-suckin' till the well is dry, nobody's booming in these busted times like me.  
Am                                                                                           C 
Down in Texas where the cattle don't roam oil is a-dripping and the savings and loans, they bleed. 
F                    C           Dm                    G                     Am 
When I get my little eye on it, when I get my little mind on it, you best believe. 
F    C    Dm      G                   Am  
Oh my my my my my my, it's all coming to me. 
 
 
BRIDGE/OUTRO:

Am 
Papa came along and he shook the tree;  
Am 
down came a bushel and a peck for me.  
F 
Papa shooed away all the honeybees.  
Am 
Papa dug a well and it flowed for me.  
Am 
Papa caught the mother-lode fish for me.  
F                                Am 
Papa set a fire and it burned for me.  
Dm                         F 
Papa put a skillet in the flame to fry;  
C                              G 
Papa filled this little silver spoon of mine.  
F                                   Am 
Papa said the Lord took a shine to me.  
Dm                          F 
Papa said I gotta set the whole world free.  
C                  G 
whole world free, whole world free 
Am 
Papa said how it's gonna be.