G
Back through the years
C
Back to the seasons of my youth
G
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
C
And how my momma put the rags to use
G
There were rags of many colors
D
And it was way down in the fall
G
Momma sewed the rags together
C
Sewin’ ever piece with love
G
She made my coat of many colors
D
G
That I was so proud of
D
Joseph wore and then she said
G
Perhaps this coat will bring you
C
Good luck and happiness
G
And I just couldn’t wait to wear it
D
G
And momma blessed it with a kiss
C
My coat of many colors
G
That my momma made for me
C
Made only from rags
G
D
But I wore it so proudly
G
Although we had no money
C
I was rich as I could be
G
In my coat of many colors
D
G
My momma made for me
A
So with patches on my britches
E
I hurried off to school
A
Just to find the others laughing
D
And making fun of me
A
In my coat of many colors
E
A
My momma made for me
E
My momma sewed in ever stitch
A
And I told ’em all the story
D
Momma told me while she sewed
A
And how my coat of many colors
E
A
Was worth more than all of their clothes
D
They didn’t under stand it
A
And I tried to make them see
D
That one is only poor
A
E
Only if they choose to be
A
Now I know we have no money
D
But I’m as rich as I could be
A
In my coat of many colors
E
A
My momma made for me
E
A
Made just for me
E
C
D
A
G
