(Lari White/Chuck Jones)



She's worked her way from Paris, Texas to Moscow, Alabam'

Tended bars and tended babies from Rome to Bethlehem

She's been the checkout queen of Abilene

And busted flat somewhere bewteen

The pieces of her broken dreams

She's got scars on her heart and dirt on her hands



But like the stars on the water she was made to rise above

And she's done a lot of living just to find a little love

She won't be your mama, she won't be your little girl

She belongs to the road she's on, she's a woman of the world

She belongs to the road she's on, she's a woman of the world



Born and raised in South Dakota

She's never crossed the county line

With three young kids and a full-time job

She just never finds the time

The days are short and the nights are long

Since he left her all alone

But she's learned to make it on her own

It's a hard way to go, but she's gonna shine



Like the stars on the water she was made to rise above

And she does a lot of living just to find a little love

And she's somebody's mama, and she's someone's little girl

But she belongs to the road she's on, she's a woman of the world

She belongs to the road she's on, she's a woman of the world