We'll have the trees
We'll sell them at the county fair
We'll have everything
We need to feed
We need to feed
I'll make babes, you'll make chairs
I've got it all, I got gun in hand
We'll sleep together on our chair at noon
We'll have the trees
I'll sweep the porch, I dust his room
We'll have the trees
We'll have everything
They're all my husband put it on me
Here I sleep dungarees
We'll walk on, we'll walk tall
We'll dance once a week at the union hall
We need to feed
We'll have the stars
We'll have everything
Here I am Prarieland
We have everything
We'll have the stars
We'll have the stars
We have the stars
We have the trees