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Coat Of Many Colors ukulele

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Coat of Many Colors - Dolly Parton

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F
Back through the years

I go wonderin once again
                          F
Back to the seasons of my youth
    F
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
                              F
And how my momma put the rags to use

           F
There were rags of many colors

Every piece was small

And I didnt have a coat
           G
And it was way down in the fall
      F
Momma sewed the rags together
      F
Sewin every piece with love
            F
She made my coat of many colors
     G        F
That I was so proud of


As she sewed, she told a story

From the bible, she had read

About a coat of many colors
       G
Joseph wore and then she said
F
Perhaps this coat will bring you
     F
Good luck and happiness
           F
And I just couldnt wait to wear it
          G                 F
And momma blessed it with a kiss


   F
My coat of many colors
        F
That my momma made for me
     F
Made only from rags
      F          G
But I wore it so proudly
  F
Although we had no money
      F
I was rich as I could be
      F
In my coat of many colors
   G              F
My momma made for me

        D
So with patches on my britches

Holes in both my shoes

In my coat of many colors
  A
I hurried off to school
        D
Just to find the others laughing
    G
And making fun of me
      D
In my coat of many colors
   A              G
My momma made for me

         D
And oh I couldnt understand it

For I felt I was rich

And I told them of the love
         A
My momma sewed in every stitch
      D
And I told em all the story
      G
Momma told me while she sewed
           D
And how my coat of many colors
          A                   D
Was worth more than all their clothes
  
         G
But they didnt understand it
      D
And I tried to make them see
     G
That one is only poor
     D                 A
Only if they choose to be
      D
Now I know we had no money
          G
But I was rich as I could be
      D
In my coat of many colors
   A              G        D*
My momma made for me



*Let last note ring

            
            
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