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    Clarence Carter                 “Patches”              Capo 4          Written by: Catfish

F
I was born and raised down in Alabama
Em
On a farm way back up in the woods
C7
I was so raggedy, folks used call me, “Patches”
F             Em           Dm
Papa used to tease me ‘bout it
F                                       A
Of course deep down inside he was hurt
Dm
‘Cause he’d done all he could

 G
My papa was a great ol’ man
F
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
G
See, education he never had
F
But he did wonders when the time got bad
G
The little money from the crops he raised
F
Barely paid the bills we made






F                                       D#
Oh, life it kicked him down to the ground
F                                       F
When he tried to get up, life would kick him back down
F                                  D#
One day papa called me to his dyin’ bed
F                                               F
Put his hands on my shoulders and in tears he said

             F
He said, “Patches
                        Em
I’m dependin’ on you, son
                          C7
To pull the family through
                     F  Em Dm  F  A   Dm
My son, it’s all left up to you”

G
Two days later papa passed away
F
And I became a man that day
G
So I told mama I was gonna quit school
F
But she said that was daddy’s strictest rule
G
So every morning ‘fore I went to school
F                                                                                       
I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too




F                               D#
Sometimes I felt that I couldn’t go on
F                               F
I wanted to leave, just run away from home
F                               D#
But I would remember what my daddy said
F                               F
With tears in his eyes on his dyin’ bed

 
             F
He said, “Patches
                              Em
I’m dependin’ on you, son
                      C7
I tried to do my best
                 F  Em     Dm  F  A   Dm
It’s up to you to do the rest”

                    F
But then one day a strong rain came
            Em
And washed all the crops away
       C7
And at the age of 13
                       F               Em                Dm         F                       A
I thought I was carryin’ the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
                                       Dm
And you know mama knew what I was going through






 G
‘Cause every day I had to work the fields
F
‘Cause that’s the only way we got our meals
G
You see, I was the oldest of the family
F
And everybody else depended on me
G
Every night I heard my mama pray
F 
Lord, give him strength to face another day

  F                                     D#
4 years have passed and all the kids have grown
F                               F
The angels took mama to a brand new home
F                       D#
God knows people, I she'd tears
F                               F
But my daddy’s voice kept me through the years

           F
Sayin’, “Patches
                                Em
I’m dependin’ on you, son
                              C7
To pull the family through
                      F          F    A   Dm
My son, it’s all left up to you”

                                                   



                                                        F
I can still hear papa when he said, “Patches
                               Em
I’m dependin’ on you, son
                         C7
I tried to do my best
                 F  Em  Dm  F   A   Dm 
It’s up to you to do the rest”

                                                      F
I can still hear papa when he said, “Patches
                                Em
I’m dependin’ on you, son
                               C7
To pull the family through

            
            
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