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I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me about it
'Cause deep down inside he was hurt
'Cause he'd done all he could

My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hands, see
Education he never had
But he did wonders when the times got bad
The little money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we made

For life had kick 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 his tears he said

He said, "Patches
I'm dependin' on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's 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's strictest rule
So every mornin' 'fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too

Sometimes I felt that I couldn't 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

I'm dependin' on you, son
I tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest"

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 goin' through, 'cause

Every day I had to work the fields
'Cause that's 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 the strength to face another day

So years have passed and all the kids are grown
The angels took Mama to a brand new home
Lord knows, people, I shedded tears
But my daddy's voice kept me through the years

Sing, "Patches
I'm dependin' on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you"

Oh, I can still hear Papa's voice sayin' "Patches
I'm dependin' on you, son
I've tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest"
I can still hear Papa, what he said

I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches