(lari white/chuck jones)

Shes worked her way from paris, texas to moscow, alabam
Tended bars and tended babies from rome to bethlehem
Shes been the checkout queen of abilene
And busted flat somewhere bewteen
The pieces of her broken dreams
Shes got scars on her heart and dirt on her hands

But like the stars on the water she was made to rise above
And shes done a lot of living just to find a little love
She wont be your mama, she wont be your little girl
She belongs to the road shes on, shes a woman of the world
She belongs to the road shes on, shes a woman of the world

Born and raised in south dakota
Shes 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 shes learned to make it on her own
Its a hard way to go, but shes 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 shes somebodys mama, and shes someones little girl
But she belongs to the road shes on, shes a woman of the world
She belongs to the road shes on, shes a woman of the world