Back throug 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 didnt have a caot And it was way down in the fall Momma sewed the rags together Sewin every piece with love She made my caot of many colors That i was so proud of As she sewed,she told a story From the bible she had read About a caot of many colors Joseph wore and then she said Perhaps this caot will bring you Goodluck and hapiness And i just couldnt wait to wear it And momma blessed it with a kiss Chorus: My coat of many colors That my momma made for Made only from rags But i wore it so proudly Although we had no money I was rich as i could be In my caot of many colors My momma made for me So with patches on my britches Holes in both my shoes In my caot of many colors I hurried off to school Just to find the others laughing And makin fun of me In my caot of many colors My momma made for me And oh i couldnt Understand it For i felt i was rich And i told them of the love my momma sewed in every stich And i told them all the story Momma told me while she sew And how my caot of many colors Was worth more than all their clothes But they didnt understand it And i tried to make them see That one is only poor Only if he choose to be Now i know we had no money But i was rich as i could be In my caot of many colors My momma made for me Made just for me Chorus till fade