| On a farm way back up in the woods
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| I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
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| Papa used to tease me about it
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| Of course deep down inside he was hurt
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| 'Cause he done all he could
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| (Sang)
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| Papa was a great old man
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| I can see him with a shovel in his hand
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| See, education he never had
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| He did wonders when the times got bad
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| The little money from the crops he raised
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| Barely paid the bills he made
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| So life had kicked him down to the ground
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| When he tried to get up
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| Life would kick him back down
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| One day papa called me to his dyin bed
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| Put his hands on my shoulders
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| Then with a tears he said
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| Patches, I’m depending on you son
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| To pull the family through
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| My son, it’s all left up to you
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| (Spoken)
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| Two days later papa passed away
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| And I became a man that day
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| So I told mama I was gonna quit school
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| She said that was daddy’s strictest rule
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| (Sang)
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| So every morning 'fore I went to school
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| I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too
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| Sometimes I felt that I couldn’t go on
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| I wanted to leave this but I wanted a home
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| But I always remembered what my daddy said
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| With tears in his eyes on his dyin bed
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| He said, «Patches, I’m depending on you son
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| To pull the family through
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| My son, it’s all left up to you
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| (Spoken)
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| Then one day a strong rain came
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| And washed all the crops away
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| And at the age of thirteen I thought I was carrying
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| The weight of the whole world on my shoulders
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| But you know, mama she knew what I was going through
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| (Sang)
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| Everyday I had to work the fields
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| 'Cause that’s the only way we got our meals
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| You see, I was the oldest of a family
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| And everybody else depended on me
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| Every night I heard my mama pray
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| Lord, give him the strength to make another day
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| Though years have passed and all the kids are grown
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| And amgels took my mama to a brand new home
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| Lord knows people that I shed a tear
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| My daddy’s voice kept a-tinging in my ears
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| Sayin, «Patches, I’m depending on you son
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| To pull the family through
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| My son, it’s all left up to you
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| «Patches, I’m depending on you son
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| To pull the family through
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| My son, it’s all left up to you… |