Текст (слова) песни: Alabama - Patches

(Spoken)
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me about it
Of course deep down inside he was hurt
`Cause he done all he could

(Sang)
Papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
See, education he never had
He did wonders when the time got bad
The little money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills he made
So life had 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 dyin bed
Put his hands on my shoulders
Then with a tears he said
Patches, I`m depending on you son
To pull the family through
My son, it`s all left up to you

(Spoken)
Two days later papa passed away
And I became a man that day
So I told mama I was gonna quit school
She said that was daddy`s strictest rule

(Sang)
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
To pull the family through
My son, it`s all left up to you

(Spoken)
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
But you know, mama she knew what I was going through,

(Sang)
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 make another day
Though years have passed and all the kids are grown
And amgels took my mama to a brand new home
Lord knows people that I shed a tear
My daddy`s voice kept a-tinging in my ears
Sayin, "Patches, I`m depending on you son
To pull the family through
My son, it`s all left up to you...

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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Alabama - Patches (Spoken) I was born and raised down in Alabama On a farm way back up in the woods I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches Papa used to tease me about it Of course deep down inside he was hurt `Cause he done all he could (Sang) Papa was a great old man I can see him with a shovel in his hand See, education he never had He did wonders when the time got bad The little money from the crops he raised Barely paid the bills he made So life had 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 dyin bed Put his hands on my shoulders Then with a tears he said Patches, I`m depending on you son To pull the family through My son, it`s all left up to you (Spoken) Two days later papa passed away And I became a man that day So I told mama I was gonna quit school She said that was daddy`s strictest rule (Sang) 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 To pull the family through My son, it`s all left up to you (Spoken) 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 But you know, mama she knew what I was going through, (Sang) 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 make another day Though years have passed and all the kids are grown And amgels took my mama to a brand new home Lord knows people that I shed a tear My daddy`s voice kept a-tinging in my ears Sayin, "Patches, I`m depending on you son To pull the family through My son, it`s all left up to you... Patches, I`m depending on you son I`m depending on you son To pull the family through My son, it`s all left up to you... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Patches: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/6300.html Все тексты песен: Alabama » Alabama - Lovin You is Killin Me » Alabama - Tennessee River » Alabama - The Blessings » Alabama - In Pictures » Alabama - Reckless » Alabama - Keep on Dreamin » Alabama - Joesph and Mary`s Boy » Alabama - Fallin` Again » Alabama - The Christmas Spirit » Alabama - Gulf of Mexico » Alabama - Katy Brought My Guitar Back Today » Alabama - Mountain Music » Alabama - lady down on love \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Alabama - Forevers as Far as Ill Go » Alabama - Small Stuff » Alabama - Five O`Clock 500 » Alabama - Song Of The South » Alabama - Close Enough To Perfect » Alabama - We Can`t Love Like This Anymore » Alabama - Im in a Hurry Рекомендуем скачать: » Булат Окуджава - Песенка о дураках » Булат Окуджава - (стихи) » Борис Вахнюк - Возвращение » Булат Окуджава - Зачем торопится в Сибирь поэт Горбовский... » Борис Парчин - Судьба » Браво - Вася » Браво - Оранжевый галстук » Булат Окуджава - (Написано для фильма Капитан Фракасс) » Браво - Недавно гостила в чудесной стране » Бутырка - ЗАПАХЛО ВЕСНОЙ » Браво - Если бы на Марсе » Борис Вайханский - Баллада о заслуженном отдыхе » Булат Окуджава - Живописцы » Блестящие - Чао бамбино » Борис Вячеславов - Говорят, роза ветров расцветает в начале апреля... » Баста - Время » Булат Окуджава, Сергей Никитин - Песня Дуремара » Би-2 - Птицы » Борис Вайханский - Перед Рождеством » Беломорканал - ПАМЯТИ ДРУГА
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