Patches

I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so raggedy folks used call me Patches
Papa used to tease me out it
Deep down inside he was hurt
Abuse he done all he could
My papa was a great ol 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
The little money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we made
Oh life it kicked him down to the ground
When he tried to get up life would kick him back down
One day papa called me to his dying bed
Put his hands on my shoulders and in tears he said
He said Patches
I depending on you son
To pull the family through
My son it all left up to you

Two days later papa passed away
And I became a man that day
So I told mama I was gonna quit school
But she said that was daddy strictest rule
So every morning ore 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 just run away from home
But I would remember what my daddy said
With tears in his eyes on his dying bed
He said Patches
I depending on you son
I tried to do my best
It 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 13
I thought I was carrying the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
Mama knew what I was going through
Because every day I had to work the fields
Abuse that the only way we got our meals
You see I was the oldest of the family
And everybody else depended on me
Every night I heard my mama pray
Lord give him strength to face another day
4 years have passed and all the kids have grown
God knows people I she'd tears
But my daddy voice kept me through the years
Saying Patches
I depending on you son
To pull the family through
My son it all left up to you
He said Patches
I depending on you son
I tried to do my best
It up to you to do the rest