Goodnight by P.j. Harvey
Here I am
Prarieland
Got it all, got 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
Ill make babes, youll make chairs
Well sell them at the country fair
Well walk on, well walk tall
Well dance once a week [at] the union hall
Well have the stars
Well have the trees
Well have everything we need to feed
Here I am
Prarieland
I got it all, got gun in hand
Ill sweep the porch
I dust his room
Well 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