From: Charlie Berube ab054@cfn.cs.dal.ca
Words and music: Dolly Parton


         COAT OF MANY COLOURS 
     
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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/ ever 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 they she said

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     Per/haps this coat will bring you, much/ love 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/ mamma made for me

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     Made only 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 britches 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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     is 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 have no money, but I'm 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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     Yeah just for me.....