Coat of Many Colors

The man I loved ran a salesman route Selling goods from house to house Now I knew my mama would never stand For me stepping out with no traveling man Mama bought things that he was a'selling But mama didn't know and I sure wasn't telling That behind

Back through the years I go wonderin once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my momma put the rags to use There were rags of many colors Every piece was small And I didnt have a coat And it was

Back through the years I go wondering once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my mamma put these rags to use There were rags of many colours, and every piece was small And I didnt have a coat and