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  • 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 thirteen 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
    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
    The angels took mama to a brand new home
    Lord knows, people, I shedded tears
    But my daddy's voice kept me through the years
    Sing, "Patches
    I'm dependin' on you, son
    To pull the family through
    My son, it's all left up to you"
    Oh, I can still hear papa's voice sayin', "Patches
    I'm dependin' on you, son
    I've tried to do my best
    It's up to you to do the rest"
  • 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 thirteen 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
    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
    The angels took mama to a brand new home
    Lord knows, people, I shedded tears
    But my daddy's voice kept me through the years
    Sing, "Patches
    I'm dependin' on you, son
    To pull the family through
    My son, it's all left up to you"
    Oh, I can still hear papa's voice sayin', "Patches
    I'm dependin' on you, son
    I've tried to do my best
    It's up to you to do the rest"

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