Coat of Many Colors

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