
Patches George Jones & B.B. King
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[Intro]
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
Why I was so ragged folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me about it
But deep down inside dad was hurtin'
'Cause he done the best he could
[Verse 1]
My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
Education that he never had
But he did wonders when the times got bad
The little money from the crops we raised
Barely paid the bills we made
[Verse 2]
Oh, life had kicked 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
Placed his hands on my shoulder and with tears he said
[Chorus]
Patches, I'm depending on you son to pull the family through
My son, it's all, it's up to you
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
Why I was so ragged folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me about it
But deep down inside dad was hurtin'
'Cause he done the best he could
[Verse 1]
My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
Education that he never had
But he did wonders when the times got bad
The little money from the crops we raised
Barely paid the bills we made
[Verse 2]
Oh, life had kicked 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
Placed his hands on my shoulder and with tears he said
[Chorus]
Patches, I'm depending on you son to pull the family through
My son, it's all, it's up to you
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