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 There's one thing this country taught me, it's to leave before you're gone Of the one's I've left, I've mourned many 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 spirit's been broken in so many ways My seed you must learn to sow 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 darling But I only come from one