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Back thrDough the years I go wondering once again
Back to the seasons of my/ G7youth
I re/cDall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my mamma put these rags to/G7 use
There were/D rags of many colours,and every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat and it was/A way down in the fall
Mamma/ sDewed the rags together,sewing/ evG7ery piece with love
She made my/ cDoat of many colours,that/ IA was so proud of
ADs she sewed she told the story from the bible she had read
About a coat of many colours Joseph/ wAore and then she said
Per/haDps this coat will bring you, good/luG7ck and happiness
And I just could/nD't wait to wear it
And mamma/ bAlessed it with a kissD
My. cG7oat of many colours that/ mDy mamma made for me
MG7ade only from rags,buDt I/ wore it so prAoud/ly
Al/thoDugh we had no money.oh I/ G7was rich as I could be
In my/ cDoat of many colours,my/ mAamma made for me D
(CHANGE CORDS HERE)
SEo with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colours,I/ B7hurried off to school
Just to/ fEind the others laughing and mak/inA' fun of me
In my/ Ecoat of many colours,my/ mB7amma made for/ Eme
Oh,I couldn't understand it,for I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love my mamma/ seB7wed in ever stitch
And I/ tEold them all the story ,mamma/ tAold me while she sewed
And how my/ cEoat of many colours
was worth/ mB7ore than all of their clothes
They/ dAidn't under stand it and I/ tEried to make them see
That/ Aone is only poor only/ Eif they choose to be/B7
Now I/ Eknow we had no money,but I was as/A rich as I could be
In my/ cEoat of many colours, my/ B7mamma made for me E
MaAde just for me..... E
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