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Carter Clarence
Miscellaneous
Patches
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so raggedy, folks used call me, âPatchesâ
Papa used to tease me âbout it
Of course deep down inside he was hurt
âCause heâd done all he could
My papa was a great olâ man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
See, education he never had
But he did wonders when the time got bad
The little money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we made
Oh, life it kicked him down to the ground
When he tried to get up, life would kick him back down
One day papa called me to his dyinâ bed
Put his hands on my shoulders and in tears he said
He said, âPatches
Iâm dependinâ on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, itâs all left up to youâ
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 daddyâs strictest rule
So every morning âfore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt that I couldnât 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 dyinâ bed
He said, âPatches
Iâm dependinâ on you, son
I tried to do my best
Itâs up to you to do the restâ
But then one day a strong rain came
And washed all the crops away
And at the age of 13
I thought I was carryinâ the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
And you know mama knew what I was going through
âCause every day I had to work the fields
âCause thatâs 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 strength to face another day
4 years have passed and all the kids have grown
The angels took mama to a brand new home
God knows people, I shed tears
But my daddyâs voice kept me through the years
Sayinâ, âPatches
Iâm dependinâ on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, itâs all left up to youâ
I can still hear papa when he said, âPatches
Iâm dependinâ on you, son
I tried to do my best
Itâs up to you to do the restâ
I can still hear papa when he said, âPatches
Iâm dependinâ on you, son
To pull the family throughâ
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