Coat of Many Colors

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(After fighting off Chris Bradford and got my baby brother to bed)

Me: Back through the years
I go wonderin' once again,
Back to the seasons of my youth,
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us,
And how my momma put the rags to use,

There were rags of many colors,
Every piece was small,
And I didn't have a coat,
And it was way down in the fall,

Momma sewed the rags together,
Sewin' every piece with love,
She made my coat of many colors,
That I was so proud of,

As she sewed, she told a story,
From the Bible, she had read,
About a coat of many colors,
Joseph wore and then she said,

Perhaps this coat will bring you,
Good luck and happiness,
And I just couldn't wait to wear it,
And momma blessed it with a kiss,

My coat of many colors,
That my momma made for me,
Made only from rags,
But I wore it so proudly,

Although we had no money,
I was rich as I could be,
In my coat of many colors,
My momma made for me,

So with patches on my britches,
And holes in both my shoes,
In my coat of many colors,
I hurried off to school,

Just to find the others laughing,
And making fun of me,
In my coat of many colors,
My momma made for me,

And oh, I couldn't understand it,
For I felt I was rich,
And I told 'em of the love,
My momma sewed in every stitch,

And I told 'em all the story,
Momma told me while she sewed,
And how my coat of many colors,
Was worth more than all their clothes,

But they didn't understand it,
And I tried to make them see,
That one is only poor,
Only if they choose to be,

Now I know we had no money,
But I was rich as I could be,
In my coat of many colors,
My momma made for me,

Made just for me

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