I was born and raised down in On a farm way up in the woods I was so ragged that folks to call me Patches Papa to tease me about it 'Cause deep down inside he was 'Cause done all he could
My papa was a old man I can see him with a in his hands, see Education he had He did when the times got bad The little money from the crops he paid the bills we made
For, life had kick him down to the When he to get up would kick him back down One day Papa me to his dyin' bed Put his on my shoulders And in his tears he
He said, I'm on you, son To pull the family My son, it's all up to you
Two later Papa passed away, and I a man that day So I told Mama I was quit school, but She said that was Daddy's rule
So mornin' 'fore I went to school I fed the chickens and I chopped too Sometimes I that I couldn't go on I wanted to leave, just run from home But I would remember what my daddy With tears in his on his dyin' bed
He said, I'm on you, son I to do my best up to you to do the rest
Then one day a rain came And washed all the away And at the age of 13 I I was the weight of the world on my shoulders And you know, knew I was goin' through, 'cause
Every day I had to work the that's the only way we got our meals You see, I was the of the family And everybody else on me Every I heard my Mama pray Lord, give him the strength to make day
So years have passed and all the are grown The angels Mama to a brand new home knows, people, I shedded tears But my daddy's voice me through the years
Sing, Patches, I'm on you, son To pull the family My son, all left up to you
Oh, I can still hear Papa's sayin' Patches, I'm on you, son I've to do my best up to you to do the rest
I can still Papa, what he said Patches, I'm on you, son To the family through My son, all left up to you