george jones
new patches
I was born and raised in Alabama. On a farm way back up in the woods. I was so ragged folks used to call me patches  Papa used to teas me bout it but deep down in side   He was hurtin' cause he done all he could. My papa was a great old man I could see him  With a shovel in his hand 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.  Ho life would kick him down the ground when he tried to get up life would kick him back down one day papa called me to his dying bed with his hands on ma shoulders and tears he said patches im depending on ya son to pull the family through now son its all left up to you.  Two days later papa passed away and I became a man  That so I told mam I was goin's quit school  But she said that was daddies strictest rule.  So every mornin' before I when to school I fed the Chickens  And I copped wood too, some times 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 his hand on ma shoulders and tears  He said he said patches  I'm depending on ya son i've tried to do my best  Its 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 thirteen  I thought I was caring the weight of the whole world on my shoulders  And you know mama knew what I was going 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 was depending on me every night  I heard my mama pray lord give home strength to make another day. Though the years have passed  And all the kids have grown the angels took mama  To a brand new lord knows people I've shed some tears  But my daddies voice kept ringing  Through the my ears saying patches  I'm depending on ya son to pull the family through  Now son its all left up to you. Patches I tried to my best its up to you to do the rest