Here I am

Prarieland

Got it all, got gun in hand

Here I sleep

Dungarees

That all my husband put on me



We have the stars

We have the trees

We have everything we need to feed



I'll make babes, you'll make chairs

We'll sell them at the country fair

We'll walk on, we'll walk tall

We'll dance once a week [at] the union hall



We'll have the stars

We'll have the trees

We'll have everything we need to feed



Here I am

Prarieland

I got it all, got gun in hand

I'll sweep the porch

I dust his room

We'll sleep together on our chair at noon



We have the stars

We have the trees

We have everything we need to feed



We have the stars

We have the trees

We have everything we need to feed