| Back through the years
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| I go wondering once again
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| Back to the seasons of my youth
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| And I recall a box of rags
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| Someone gave us
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| And how my mama put those rags to use
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| There where rags of many colors
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| And every piece was small
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| And I didn’t have a coat
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| And it was way down in the fall
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| Mama sewed the rags together
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| Sewing every piece with love
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| She made my coat of many colors
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| That I was so proud of
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| As she sewed she told a story
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| From the bible she had read
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| About a coat of many colors
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| Joseph wore and then she said
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| Perhaps this coat will bring you
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| Good luck and happiness
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| And I just couldn’t wait to wear it
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| And mama blessed it with ther kiss
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| My coat of many colors
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| That my mama made for me
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| Made from only rags
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| But I wore it so proudly
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| It’s true we had no money
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| But I was rich as I could be
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| In my coat of many colors
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| My mama made for me
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| And so with patches on my britches
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| And holes in both my shoes
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| In my coat of many colors
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| I hurried off to school
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| Just to find the others laughing
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| And making fun of me
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| In my coat of many colors
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| That mama made for me
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| And oh I couldn’t understand it
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| For I felt I was rich
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| And I told them of the love
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| Mama sewed in every stitch
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| And all about that story
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| Mama told me while she sewed
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| And how my coat of many colors
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| Was worth mode than all their clothes
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| But they didn’t understand it
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| And I tried to make them see
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| One is only poor
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| Only if they choose to be
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| It’s true we had no money
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| But I was rich as I could be
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| In my coat of many colors
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| My mama made for me
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| Made just for me |