Besedila: Greg Brown. Solid Heart. A Grown Woman (A Woman Like Me).

A grown woman, a woman like me,
Walks alone in the evenin'
thinkin' 'bout her baby,
Not the one who left when things got to where
they just couldn't understand,
No, the one she used to carry
who's now grown up to be almost a man.

A grown woman, a woman like me,
Can still see him come a-runnin'
and hollerin' for mommy,
Hope the love she's given him
will help him understand,
How to really give love back,
how to be a kind and a gentle man.

A grown woman, a woman like me,
Turns off the porch light,
wishes on the first star that she sees,
Oh, please lord, take care of him,
for I have done all that I can,
Now he's out there with his all kinds of dreams
of what it is to be a man