Patches (Rerecorded)

I was born and raised down in Alabama

On a farm way back up in the woods

I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches

Papa used to tease me about it

'Cause deep down inside he was hurt

'Cause he'd done all he could

My papa was a great old man

I can see him with a shovel in his hands, see

Education he never had

He did wonders when the times got bad

The little money from the crops he raised

Barely paid the bills we made

For, life had kick him down to the ground

When he tried to get up

Life would kick him back down

One day Papa called me to his dyin' bed

Put his hands on my shoulders

And in his tears he said

He said, Patches

I'm dependin' on you, son

To pull the family through

My son, it's all left up to you

Two days later Papa passed away, and

I became a man that day

So I told Mama I was gonna quit school, but

She said that was Daddy's strictest rule

So every mornin' 'fore I went to school

I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too

Sometimes I felt that I couldn't go on

I wanted to leave, just run away from home

But I would remember what my daddy said

With tears in his eyes on his dyin' bed

He said, Patches

I'm dependin' on you, son

I tried to do my best

It's up to you to do the rest

Then one day a strong rain came

And washed all the crops away

And at the age of 13 I thought

I was carryin' the weight of the Whole world on my shoulders

And you know, Mama knew What I was goin' through, 'cause

Every day I had to work the fields

'Cause that's the only way we got our meals

You see, I was the oldest of the family

And everybody else depended on me

Every night I heard my Mama pray

Lord, give him the strength to make another day

So years have passed and all the kids are grown