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I was born and raised down in AlabamaOn a farm way back up in the woodsI was so ragged that folks used to call me PatchesPapa used to tease me about it'Cause deep down inside he was hurt'Cause he'd done all he couldMy papa was a great old manI can see him with a shovel in his hands, seeEducation he never hadHe did wonders when the times got badThe little money from the crops he raisedBarely paid the bills we madeFor, life had kick him down to the groundWhen he tried to get upLife would kick him back downOne day papa called me to his dyin' bedPut his hands on my shouldersAnd in his tears he saidHe said, "PatchesI'm dependin' on you, sonLetras de cancionesTo pull the family throughMy son, it's all left up to you"Two days later papa passed awayAnd I became a man that daySo I told mama I was gonna quit schoolBut she said that was daddy's strictest ruleSo every mornin' 'fore I went to schoolI fed the chickens and I chopped wood tooSometimes I felt that I couldn't go onI wanted to leave, just run away from homeBut I would remember what my daddy saidWith tears in his eyes on his dyin' bedHe said, "PatchesI'm dependin' on you, sonI tried to do my bestIt's up to you to do the rest"Then one day a strong rain came and washed all the crops awayAnd at the age of thirteen I thought I was carryin'The weight of the whole world on my shouldersAnd you know, Mama knew what I was goin' through, 'causeEvery day I had to work the fields'Cause that's the only way we got our mealsSee, I was the oldest of the familyAnd everybody else depended on meEvery night I heard my mama prayLord, give him the strengthTo make another daySo years have passed and all the kids are grownThe angels took mama to a brand new homeLord knows, people, I shedded tearsBut my daddy's voice kept me through the yearsSing, "PatchesI'm dependin' on you, sonTo pull the family throughMy son, it's all left up to you"Oh, I can still hear papa's voice sayin', "PatchesI'm dependin' on you, sonI've tried to do my bestIt's up to you to do the rest" From Letras Mania