ONE FINE COLOR

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I used to have a woman, now I just have women

Used to have some good luck, now I just carry these charms

Used to have a fine sense of humor, but I traded it for complications

Now instead of reaching for the distance I just fold these tired arms

 

I used to dream in one fine color

Sweet hazy, sublime shade of red

Now it’s just the black and the white or else some strange psychedelic nightmare

A whole mess of colors swirling round instead

 

And it seems that…

One love is far greater than many

One feeling never can be ignored

Two times the fun can be far too many

And too much of a good thing ain’t no good

 

I used to give away a flower a day, now I’ve got me a field of roses

That stare back at me from the window and beg me for somewhere to go

I used to leave the light on after sunset, now I just sit in the darkness

Count the hours as they roll by and I sip my bourbon slow

And I know

 

One love is far greater than many

One feeling never can be ignored

Two times the fun can be far too many

And too much of a good thing ain’t no good

It ain’t no good…