COAT OF MANY COLORS
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Writer Dolly Parton
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Back through the years I go wandering 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 mama put those rags to use
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There were rags of many colors and every piece was small
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And I didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall
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Mama sewed the rags together sewin' every piece with love
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She made my coat of many colors that I was so proud of
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When she sewed she told a story from the Bible she had read
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'Bout a coat of many colors Joseph wore again
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she said Perhaps this coat will bring you good luck and happiness
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And I just couldn't wait to wear it Mama blessed it with a kiss
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A coat of many colors that my mama made for me
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Made only from rags but I wore it so proudly
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I know we had no money but I was rich as I could be
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With my coat of many colors that my mama made for me
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Now with patches in my britches and holes in both my shoes
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In my coat of many colors I hurried off to school
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Just to find the others laughin' and makin' fun of me
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In my coat of many colors my mama made for me
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Now I did not understand it for I felt almost rich
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And I told them of the love my mama sewed in every stitch
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Then I told them all the stories mama told me while she sewed
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How my coat of many colors was worth more than all their clothes
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They did not understand it though I tried to make them see
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That one is only poor if they choose to be
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I know we had no money but I was rich as I could be
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In my coat of many colors my mama made for me
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Coat Of Many Colors
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| Porter Wagoner |
