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