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