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