Patches chords

B _ _ I was born and raised down in D#m Alabama _ on a farm way back up F# in the F#m woods.
I was so ragged, folks used to call E me Patches.
Papa used to tease me about it, of course, deep down G# inside he was hurt C because he'd C# done all he could.
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F# _ My papa was a great old E man.
I can see him with a shovel in his F# hand.
See, _ _ education he never E had.
He did wonders when the times got F# bad.
The little money from the crops he E raised.
_ _ Validate the bills we made.
B Old life had D kicked him down to the ground.
E When he tried to get up, B life would kick him back down.
One day, Papa owned D me to his dying E bed.
Put his hands on my B shoulders and in tears he said,.
You see, Patches, I'm depending on D#m you, son, _ to pull the family B.
through.
_ My son, it's _ E.
all left up to you.
G# _ .
_ _ C#m _ _ _ _ _ F# _ .
_ Two days later, Papa passed E away and I became a man that day.
F# _ .
So I told Mama I was going to quit school, E but she said that was Daddy's strictest rule.
F#.
So every morning before I went to school, E.
I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too.
B Sometimes I D felt that I couldn't go on.
E I wanted to B leave, just run away from home.
But I would D remember what my daddy said E with tears in his B eyes on his dying bed.
He said, Patches, I'm depending on D#m you, son.
_ I'll try to do B my best.
_ It's up to E you to do the _ _ G# rest.
_ _ _ F# _ _ Then B _ .
_ _ one day a strong D#m rain came and washed all the crops away.
F# F#m And at the age of 13, I thought I was E carrying the weight of the whole C#m world on my E shoulders.
G# And you know, Mama Cm knew what I was C#m going through.
_ F#.
because every day I had to work the E fields.
That's the only way we got our meals.
F# See, I was the oldest of the family _ E _ .
and everybody else depended on F# me.
Every night I heard my mama pray, E.
Lord, give him strength to make another day.
B So years have passed D and all the kids have grown.
E.
They ain't just took B Mama to a brand new home.
Lord knows, people, D I shed tears, E but my daddy's B voice kept me through the years.
Saying, Patches, I'm depending D#m on you, son.
_ The poor look B family through.
_ My son, it's _ .
E all left up to C#m G# you.
_ Lord C#m can still hear F# Papa's voice.
B Saying, Patches, I'm depending on D#m you, son.
_ I'll try to do D# my best.
_ It's up to E you to do the _ rest.
G# Lord can still C# hear Papa when F# he's sleeping.
B _ Patches, I'm _ depending on D#m you, son.
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