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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 |
