Patches

I was born and raised down in Alabama

On a farm way back up in the woods

I was so raggedy folks used call me atches

Papa used to tease me out it

Of course deep down inside he was hurt

Ause he done all he could

My papa was a great ol man

I can see him with a shovel in his hand

See education he never had

But he did wonders when the time got bad

The little money from the crops he raised

Barely paid the bills we made

Oh life it 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

Put his hands on my shoulders and in tears he said

He said atches

I dependin on you son

To pull the family through

My son it all left up to you

Two days later papa passed away

And I became a man that day

So I told mama I was gonna quit school

But she said that was daddy strictest rule

So every morning ore I went to school

I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too

Sometimes I felt that I couldn go on

I wanted to leave just run away from home

But I would remember what my daddy said

With tears in his eyes on his dyin bed

He said atches

I dependin on you son

I tried to do my best

It up to you to do the rest

But then one day a strong rain came

And washed all the crops away

And at the age of 13

I thought I was carryin the weight of the whole world on my shoulders

And you know mama knew what I was going through

Ause every day I had to work the fields

Ause that the only way we got our meals

You see I was the oldest of the family

And everybody else depended on me

Every night I heard my mama pray

Lord give him strength to face another day

4 years have passed and all the kids have grown

The angels took mama to a brand new home

God knows people I she＇d tears

But my daddy voice kept me through the years

Sayin atches

I dependin on you son

To pull the family through

My son it all left up to you

I can still hear papa when he said atches

I dependin on you son

I tried to do my best

It up to you to do the rest