Lyrics:

Here I am, Prairie land
Got it all, got gun in hand
I see dungarees
They're on my husband, they're on me
We have the stars
We have the trees
We have everything
We need to feed
I'll make babes, he'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, Prairie land
I got it all, got gun in hand
I'll sweep the porch, I dust his room
We'll swing 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 (goodnight, Irene)
We have the trees (goodnight, Irene)
We have everything
We need to feed (I'll see you in my dreams)