Back through the years I go wonderein' once again back to the seasons of my youth
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I recall the box of rags that someone gave us how my mama put the 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 sewed 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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As she sewed she told a story from the Bible she had read
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About a coat of many colors Joseph wore and then she said
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Perhaps this coat will bring you good luck and happiness
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And I just couldn't wait to wear it and mama blessed it with a kiss
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My coat of many colors that my mama made for me
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Made it all from the rags that I wore it so proudly
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Although we had no money 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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So with patches on my breaches 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 a makin' point of me
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In my coat of many colors my mama made for me
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And oh I couldn't understand it I felt I was rich
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And I told them all the love my mama sewed in every stitch
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And I told them all the story mama told me while she sewed
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And how my coat of many colors was much more than all their clothes
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But they didn't understand it and I tried to make them see
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That one is only poor only if they used to be
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Now I know we had no money I was rich as I could be
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In my coat of many colors my mama made for me made just for me
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Coat Of Many Colors
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| Norma Jean |
