"Patches" as written by General N. Johnson and Ronald Dunbar....
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
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

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


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"Patches" as written by Ronald Dunbar General N. Johnson

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    General CommentThat's the wrong song. The posted lyrics are of a different song by the same name, by Clarence Carter. Dickey Lee's "Patches" is this one:

    Down by the river that flows by the coal yards
    Stand wooden houses with shutters torn down
    There lives a girl everybody calls Patches
    Patches, my darling, of Old Shanty town

    We planned to marry when June brought the summer
    I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride
    Now I don't see how that ever can happen
    My folks say "No" and my heart breaks inside

    Patches, oh what can I do
    I swear I'll always love you
    But a girl from that place
    Would just bring me disgrace
    So my folks won't let me love you

    Each night I cry as I think of that shanty
    And pretty Patches there watching the door
    She dosn't know that I can't come to see her
    Patches must think that I love her no more

    I hear a neighbour telling my father
    He says a girl name of Patches was found
    Floating face down in that dirty old river
    That flows by the coal yards in Old Shanty Town

    Patches, oh what can I do
    I swear I'll always love you
    It may not be right
    But I'll join you tonight
    Patches I'm coming to you
    nitroglycolon November 14, 2017   Link

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