Goodnight
Here I am
Prarieland
Got it allgot 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 babesyou’ll make chairs
We’ll sell them at the country fair
We’ll walk onwe’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 allgot 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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