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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 
 
      (CHANGE CORDS HERE) 
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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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     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 
       A                    E 
     Yeah just for me.....