Back through the years I go wanderin' once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I do recall this box of rags someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use

There were rags of many colors
But every piece was small
I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fall

Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of

While momma sewed, she told a story
From The Bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said

"I hope this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness"
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly

And although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
Momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school

Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
And my coat of many colors
That momma made for me

And oh I couldn't understand it
'Cause I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
That momma sewed in every stitch

I even told 'em all the story
That momma told me while she sewed
And why my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

They didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
One is only poor
Only if they choose to be

It's true we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
Momma made for me
Made just for me