Strong, beautiful woman, oh so don’t let the world get you down,
Look within yourself and remember who you are.
Ten years old in braids and skirts, I’m flying down the hill,
Down the street to Grandma’s house, I step inside her world.
First she’d hold me, feed me, scold me, patiently she’d heed my moaning,
Then she’d sit me down and tell me this.
You’ll be a strong, beautiful woman, and I won’t let the world let you down.
Look within yourself and remember who carried you forth.
You’ll be a strong, beautiful woman, and I won’t let the world let you down.
Look within yourself and remember who you are.
Twenty-six and leading the band, the troubadour traveling show.
Working in a world of men, broken-hearted and alone.
I lift my head up just long enough to cease self-pitying and doubt,
I feel her spirit with me now.
You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.
Look within yourself and remember who carried you forth.
You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.
Look within yourself and remember, who you are.
Decades come and decades go, the thirties, forties, on it goes,
Seems I’m always holding on to this.
You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.
Look within yourself and remember who carried you forth.
You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.
Look within yourself and remember who you are.
