Dolly Parton

Back through the years I go wondering once again
Back to the seasons of my/ youth
I re/call a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my mamma put the rags to/ use
There were/ rags of many colours,and every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat and it was/ way down in the fall
Mamma/ sewed the rags together, sewing/ every piece with love
She made my/ coat of many colours,that/ I was so proud of
As she sewed she told the story from the bible she had read
About a coat of many colours Joseph/ wore and then she said
Per/haps this coat will bring you good / luck and happiness
And I just could/n't wait to wear it
And mamma/ blessed it with a kiss
My coat of many colours that/ my mamma made for me
Made only from rags,but I/ wore it so proud/ly
Al/though we had no money but I/ was rich as I could be
In my/ coat of many colours, my/ mamma made for me
(CHANGE CORDS HERE)
So with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colours,I/ hurried off to school
Just to/ find the others laughing and mak/in' fun of me
In my/ coat of many colours,my/ mamma made for/ me
Oh,I couldn't understand it,for I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love my mamma/ sewed in ever stitch
And I/ told them all the story ,mamma/ told me while she
sewed
And how my/ coat of many colours
was worth/ more than all of their clothes
They/ didn't under stand 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 colours, my/ mamma made for me
Yeah just for me.....
Cheers!!!
Charlie