Goodnight

Here I am Prarieland

Got it all got gun in hand

Here I sleep dungarees

They're all my husband put it 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 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've got it all, I got gun in hand

I'll sweep the porch, I dust his room

We'll sleep together on our chair at noon

We'll have the stars

We'll have the trees

We'll have everything

We need to feed

We'll have the stars

We'll have the trees

We'll have everything

We need to feed