There’s a long tradition in country music of songs that draw a line in the sand—quietly, firmly, without spectacle. Pamela Hopkins’ “Me Being Me” belongs to that lineage, not because it reinvents the form, but because it understands it so well. This is a song about identity, about the cost of staying true to yourself, and about the peculiar strength it takes not to apologize for it.

It always starts innocently, doesn’t it? A quiet night on the farm. A Silverado rumbling in the distance. A barn glowing red under the...