Back through the yearsI go wonderin once againBack to the seasons of my youthI recall a box of rags that someone gave usAnd how my momma put the rags to useThere were rags of many colorsEvery piece was smallAnd I didn't have a coatAnd it was way down in the fallMomma sewed the rags togetherSewin every piece with loveShe made my coat of many colorsThat I was so proud ofAs she sewed, she told a storyFrom the bible, she had readAbout a coat of many colorsJoseph wore and then she saidPerhaps this coat will bring youGood luck and happinessAnd I just couldnt wait to wear itAnd momma blessed it with a kissMy coat of many colorsThat my momma made for meMade only from ragsBut I wore it so proudlyAlthough we had no moneyI was rich as I could beIn my coat of many colorsMy momma made for meSo with patches on my britchesHoles in both my shoesIn my coat of many colorsI hurried off to schoolJust to find the others laughingAnd making fun of meIn my coat of many colorsMy momma made for meAnd oh I couldnt understand itFor I felt I was richAnd I told them of the loveMy momma sewed in every stitchAnd I told em all the storyMomma told me while she sewedAnd how my coat of many colorsWas worth more than all their clothesBut they didn't understand itAnd I tried to make them seeThat one is only poorOnly if they choose to beNow I know we had no moneyBut I was rich as I could beIn my coat of many colorsMy momma made for meMade just for me