(Lari White/Chuck Jones)
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She's worked her way from Paris, Texas to Moscow, Alabam'
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Tended bars and tended babies from Rome to Bethlehem
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She's been the checkout queen of Abilene
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And busted flat somewhere bewteen
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The pieces of her broken dreams
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She's got scars on her heart and dirt on her hands
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But like the stars on the water she was made to rise above
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And she's done a lot of living just to find a little love
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She won't be your mama, she won't be your little girl
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She belongs to the road she's on, she's a woman of the world
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She belongs to the road she's on, she's a woman of the world
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Born and raised in South Dakota
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She's never crossed the county line
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With three young kids and a full-time job
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She just never finds the time
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The days are short and the nights are long
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Since he left her all alone
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But she's learned to make it on her own
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It's a hard way to go, but she's gonna shine
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Like the stars on the water she was made to rise above
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And she does a lot of living just to find a little love
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And she's somebody's mama, and she's someone's little girl
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But she belongs to the road she's on, she's a woman of the world
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She belongs to the road she's on, she's a woman of the world
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Woman Of The World
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| Lari White |
