PATCHES

My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
See, education he never had
But he did wonders when the time got bad
A little money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we made
Oh life had kicked him down to the plow
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 tears he said

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

Two days later papa passed away I became a man that day
So I told mama I was gonna quit school
But she said that was dad's strictest rule

So every morning '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 this but I wanted a home
But I always remembered what my daddy said
With tears in his eyes on his dyin bed

He said, "Patches, I'm depending on you son
I tried to do my best, It's up to you to do the rest

But then one day a strong rain came
And washed all the crops away
And at the age of thirteen I thought
I was carrying The weight of the whole world on my shoulders
And you know, mama knew what I was going through,
Cause Everyday I had to work the fields
Cause that's the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the oldest of a family
And everybody else depended on me
Every night I heard my mama pray

Lord, give him the strength to face another day
Though years have passed and all the kids are gone
I aimed to take my mama to a brand new home
God knows people that I shed a tear
My daddy's voice helped me through the years Sayin,

"Patches, I'm depending on you son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
I could still hear papa when he'd say
Patches, I'm depending on you son
I tried to do my best It's up to you to do the rest".