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 comin' to me

Going down pickin' when it's harvest time
Gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine
For me

Sun is a-blazin' down, but I don't mind
I'm pickin', I'm diggin', 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

Oh, sweet tooth achin' in my head
Gonna fill my belly to the brim
Oh, yes, indeed

Hive is a-buzzin' in a hollow tree
And I don't care if I gotta kill a little honey bee

'Cause when I get my little eye on it
And when I get my little mind on it
You best believe

Oh, my
My, my, my
It's all comin' 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's gonna fall at my feet
All comin' to me

Pumpin' and a-suckin' 'til the well is dry
Nobody's boomin' in these busted times
Like me

Down in Texas where the cattle don't roam
Oil is a-drippin' 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
My, my, my
It's all comin' to me
It's all comin' to me

Papa came along and he shook the tree
Down came a bushel and a peck for me
Papa shooed away all the honey bee
Papa dug a well and it flowed for me
Papa cut the motherlode 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
Whole world free, whole world free
Ooh, papa said
How it's gonna be

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Natalie Merchant