 
Coat Of Many Colors
Dolly Parton
 Back through the years 
I go wonderin' once again 
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us 
And how my momma put the rags to use 
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Mamma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love 
She made my coat of many colors
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
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn't wait to wear it 
And momma blessed it with a kiss.
Back through the years 
I go wonderin' once again 
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us 
And how my momma put the rags to use 
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Mamma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love 
She made my coat of many colors
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
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn't wait to wear it 
And momma blessed it with a kiss.
My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags 
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money 
I was rich as I could be 
In my coat of many colors 
My momma made for me.
So with patches on my britches 
Holes in both my shoes 
In my coat of many colors 
I hurried off to school 
Just to find the others laughing 
And making fun of me 
In my coat of many colors 
My momma made for me  
And oh I couldn't understand it 
For I felt I was rich 
And I told them of the love 
My momma sewed in every stitch 
And I told 'em all the story 
Momma told me while she sewed 
And how my coat of many colors 
Was worth more than all their clothes 
But they didn't understand it 
And I tried to make them see 
That one is only poor 
Only if they choose to be 
Now I know we had no money 
But I was rich as I could be 
In my coat of many colors 
My momma made for me 
Made just for me.