Woman Of Many Colors

I've been around this country in a wagon of indian quilts

I've met the ones who've claimed it

And I've met the ones who've built

Of the ones I've met I loved many

Of the ones I loved, I knew few.

They'd always know I'd be leaving; sooner or later they'd be too

I'm a woman of many colors.

Yes, my mind is never made.

So I'll travel this land like a canvas until I'm out of paint.

I've worn out my welcome, so I'll leave before the dawn.

If there's one thing this country taught me

It's to leave before you're gone

Of the ones I've left, I've mourned many

Of the one I've mourned I call two.

They'd always know I'd break their hearts before they broke my blues.

I'm a woman of many virtues, if you'd only let me grow.

But my spirits been broken in so many ways

My seed you must learn to sew

I know this town like I built it.

I know which roads will lead to where

And I'll stay and visit as long as these roads

Know how to take me somewhere

Of the places I've been I've kept many in mind

But I've dreamed them all the same

Of the ones I've dreamed, there's only one

Place that gave me my name

I'm a woman of many stories; if you'll listen I'll tell you one.

I've called many places my home little darlin,' but I only come from one