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Ba[D]ck through the years I go wondering once again
Back to the seasons of my/ [G7]youth
I re/c[D]all a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my mamma put these rags to/[G7] use

There were/[D] rags of many colours,and every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat and it was/[A] way down in the fall
Mamma/ s[D]ewed the rags together,sewing/ ev[G7]er piece with love
She made my/ c[D]oat of many colours,that/ I[A] was so proud of
     
A[D]s she sewed she told the story from the bible she had read
About a coat of many colours Joseph/ w[A]ore and then she said
Per/ha[D]ps this coat will bring you ,much/ l[G7]ove and happiness
And I just could/n[D]'t wait to wear it
And mamma/ b[A]lessed it with a kiss[D]

My c[G7]oat of many colours that/ m[D]amma made for me
M[G7]ade only rags,but I/ [D]wore it so proud/l[A]y
Al/tho[D]ugh we had no money.oh I/ [G7]was rich as I could be
In my/ c[D]oat of many colours,my/ m[A]amma made for me [D]

S[E]o with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colours,I/ [B7]hurried off to school
Just to/ f[E]ind the others laughing and mak/in[A]' fun of me
In my/ [E]coat of many colours,my/ m[B7]amma made for/ [E]me

Oh,I couldn't understand it,for I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love my mamma/ se[B7]wed in ever stitch
And I/ t[E]old them all the story ,mamma/ t[A]old me while she sewed
And how my/ c[E]oat of many colours
is worth/ mo[B7]re than all of their clothes

They/ d[A]idn't under stand it and I/ t[E]ried to make them see
That/ [A]one is only poor only/ [E]if they choose to be/[B7]
Now I/ [E]know we have no money,but I'm as/ [A]rich as I could be
In my/ c[E]oat of many colours, my/ [B7]mamma made for me [E]

Ye[A]ah just for me.....  [E]