Besedila: Dixie Chicks. Little Ol' Cowgirl. Just a Bit Like Me.

It's six o'clock in the morning The sun was ready to rise She spies the sun in his eyes And as she closes his lunchbox She stays at home with the baby Somewhere her sister is singing She's got a dream in her heart A night is ready to start One's choosin', one's cruisin' While songs are sung her dream's begun Down the highway of their dreams To live through her voice, she made a choice And she thinks of what it means But neither one is free It's three o'clock in the morning Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit like me? I got an ache in my head Tomorrow, we'll go to Texas Then sleep alone in my bed I throw my clothes in the corner I hear it's sunny back home I know that I gotta roam One's choosin', one's cruisin' There ain't no use in pretending Down the highway of their dreams While songs are sung her dream's begun And she thinks of what it means To live through her voice, she made a choice But neither one is free Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit like me? She puts her cans in the pantry I read my name in the news I feel there's no time to lose She spends her days sewing curtains Well it's a long way to Nashville But then the garden is dry If we could do it all over Would we still be satisfied? One's choosin', one's cruisin' While songs are sung her dream's begun Down the highway of their dreams And she thinks of what it means To live through her voice, she made a choice But neither one is free Am I a lot like her or is she just a bit like me?