Woman of Many Colors - Courtney Marie Andrews

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

And of the ones 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, and 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