(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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