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 someone gave us
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and 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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momma sewed the rags together sewing every piece with love 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 only from rags but I wore it so proudly
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Although we had no money, I was rich as I could be in my coat of many colors
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my mama made for me
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So with patches on 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 laughing and making fun of me
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in my coat of many colors my mama made for me
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and I just couldn't understand for 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 stories mama told me while she sewed
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and how my coat of many colors was worth 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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one is only poor only if they choose to be
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now 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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made just for me
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Coat of Many Colors
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| Shania Twain |
