Bb _ _ _ _ _ _
Gm _ _ .
Bb Back through the years I go wondering once again, back to the seasons
Eb of my youth.
I
Bb recall a box of rags that someone gave us, _ and how my mama put the
Eb rags to use.
There
Bb were rags of many colors, and every piece was small, and I didn't have a coat.
And it
F was a way down in the fall,
Bb mama sewed the rags together.
Eb So in every piece with love she
Bb made my coat of many colors that
F I was
Bb so proud of.
As she sewed she told a story from the Bible she had read, about a coat of many colors.
F Joseph Warren then she said,
Bb perhaps this coat will bring you
Eb good luck and happiness.
And
Bb I just couldn't wait to wear it,
F and mama blessed it
Bb with a kiss.
_
Eb My coat of many colors
Bb that mama made for me,
Eb made only from rags
Bb I wore it so
F proudly.
_ _
Bb Although we had no money,
Eb I was rich as I could be, in my
Bb coat of many colors my
F mama
Bb made for me.
_ _ .
G _ _ _
C So with patches on my breeches, and holes in both my shoes, in my coat of many colors,.
G I hurried off to school
C just to find the others laughing,
F and making fun of me.
In
C my coat of many colors
G my mama
C made for me.
And oh I couldn't understand it, for I felt I was rich.
And I told them all the love my mama
G sewed in every stitch.
And
C I told them all the story mama
F told me why she sewed.
C And my coat of many colors was
G worth more than all
C their clothes.
But they
F didn't understand
C it and I tried to make them see,
F that one is only poor if
C they choose
G to be.
_ .
C Now I know we had no money,
F but I was rich as I could be,
C in my coat of many colors my
G mama
F made for me.
C Made just for me.
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N _ _ .