Here I am
Prairieland
Got it all, got
Gun in hand
Here I sleep
Dungarees
They're 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 county fair
We'll walk on
We'll walk tall
We'll dance once a week
The union hall
We'll have the stars
We'll have the trees
We'll have everything
We need to feed
Here I am
Prairieland
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
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