Back through the years, I go wanderin' once againBack to the seasons of my youthAnd I recall a box of rags that someone gave usAnd how my mama put the rags to useThere were rags of many colors, but every piece was smallAnd I didn't have a coat, and it was way down in the fallMama sewed the rags together, sewin' every piece with loveShe made my coat of many colors that I was so proud ofWhile Mama sewed, she told a story from the Bible she had read'Bout a coat of many colors Joseph wore and then she said"I hope this coat will bring you good luck and happiness"And I just couldn't wait to wear it, and Mama blessed it with a kissMy coat of many colors that my mama made for meMade only from rags, but I wore it so proudlyAlthough we had no money, I was rich as I could beIn my coat of many colors my mama made for meSo with patches on my britches and holes in both my shoesIn my coat of many colors, I hurried off to schoolJust to find the others laughing and making fun of meIn my coat of many colors my mama made for meAnd oh, I couldn't understand it, for I felt I was richAnd I told 'em of the love my mama sewed in every stitchAnd I told 'em all the story Mama told me while she sewedAnd how my coat of many colors was worth more than all their clothesBut they didn't understand it and I tried to make them seeThat one is only poor only if they choose to beNow I know we had no money, but I was rich as I could beIn my coat of many colors my mama made for meMade just for me
