Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI

Many Colors

I was raised up in the sixties and I still believe in love
But nowadays I wonder what's become of all of us
Hatred and division is all that I can see
Staring down the barrel of the twenty first century
My kids ask me, "What was it like back then?"
I say, "Anywhere you turned you found a friend."

CHORUS:
Our world has many colors; truth is seldom black and white
With all the great religions must there be a wrong or right.
I don't believe it's where you live but where you're coming from
That clears the path to heaven through the gracious things you've done
What have (I, you, we) done?

I saw them on my TV gathered 'round the Superdome
A flood of hungry people scared and scattered from their homes
I saw the dead and dying, the gangsters and the thieves
It dredged up all my anger and deep seated bigotry
Until I put myself there in their shoes
And felt the pain of poverty they knew

REPEAT CHORUS:

Now we're fighting in a strange land, an invisible enemy
Who kills themselves in car bombs for our infidelity
We're trying to change a culture two thousand years old
Fill our tanks with freedom and keep the rubber to the road
While someone else's son pays for my sins
Waging a war no one can win

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Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI
www.catesbyjones.com