Back through the years
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I go wonderin' once again
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Back to the seasons of my youth
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I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
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And how my momma put the rags to use
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There were rags of many colors
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Every piece was small
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And I didn't have a coat
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And it was way down in the fall
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Momma sewed the rags together
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Sewin' every piece with love
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She made my coat of many colors
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That I was so proud of
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As she sewed, she told a story
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From the bible, she had read
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About a coat of many colors
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Joseph wore and then she said
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Perhaps this coat will bring you
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Good luck and happiness
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And I just couldn't wait to wear it
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And momma blessed it with a kiss
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Chorus:
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My coat of many colors
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That my momma made for me
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Made only from rags
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But I wore it so proudly
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Although we had no money
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I was rich as I could be
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In my coat of many colors
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My momma made for me
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So with patches on my britches
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Holes in both my shoes
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In my coat of many colors
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I hurried off to school
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Just to find the others laughing
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And making fun of me
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In my coat of many colors
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My momma made for me
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And oh I couldn't understand it
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For I felt I was rich
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And I told them of the love
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My momma sewed in every stitch
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And I told 'em all the story
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Momma told me while she sewed
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And how my coat of many colors
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Was worth more than all their clothes
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But they didn't understand it
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And I tried to make them see
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That one is only poor
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Only if they choose to be
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Now I know we had no money
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But I was rich as I could be
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In my coat of many colors
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My momma made for me
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Made just for me
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Coat Of Many Colours
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| Dolly Parton |
