(Dolly Parton)
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Back through the years I go wondering 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 mamma put these rags to use
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There were rags of many colours, 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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Mamma sewed the rags together, sewing ever piece with love
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She made my coat of many colours, that I was so proud of
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As she sewed she told the story from the bible she had read
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About a coat of many colours, Joseph wore and they she said
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Perhaps this coat will bring you, much love and happiness
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And I just couldn't wait to wear it, and mamma blessed it with a kiss
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My coat of many colours that mamma made for me
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Made only rags, but I wore it so proudly
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Although we had no money. oh I was rich as I could be
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In my coat of many colours, my mamma 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 colours, I hurried off to school
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Just to find the others laughing and makin' fun of me
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In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me
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Oh, I couldn't understand it, for I felt I was rich
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And I told them of the love my mamma sewed in ever stitch
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And I told them all the story, mamma told me while she sewed
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And how my coat of many colours is worth more than all of their clothes
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They didn't under stand it and I tried to make them see
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That one is only poor only if they choose to be
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Now I know we have no money, but I'm as rich as I could be
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In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me
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In my coat of many colours, my mamma just made for me
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Coat Of Many Colors
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Emmylou Harris |