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Clarence Carter - Patches (High Quality)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clarence Carter
Clarence Carter
Guitar
Bob Wray
Bob Wray
Bass Guitar
Jerry Masters
Jerry Masters
Bass Guitar
Cornell McFaden
Cornell McFaden
Drums
Fred Prouty
Fred Prouty
Drums
Albert Lowe Jr
Albert Lowe Jr
Guitar
Travis Wammack
Travis Wammack
Guitar
Clayton Ivey
Clayton Ivey
Keyboards
Ronnie Eades
Ronnie Eades
Saxophone
Aaron Varnell
Aaron Varnell
Tenor Saxophone
Harvey Thompson
Harvey Thompson
Tenor Saxophone
Harrison Calloway
Harrison Calloway
Trumpet
Jack Peck
Jack Peck
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
General Johnson
General Johnson
Composer
Ronald Dunbar
Ronald Dunbar
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Hall
Rick Hall
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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, 'course deep down inside he was hurt 'cause he'd done all he could
[Verse 2]
My 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 times got bad
The little money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we made
[Chorus]
Oh, 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 and in tears, he said
He said, "Patches, I'm dependin' on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you"
[Verse 3]
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's strictest rule
[Verse 4]
So every morning 'fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too
[Chorus]
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 dyin' bed
He said, "Patches, I'm dependin' on you, son
I tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest"
[Verse 5]
Then one day a strong rain came
And washed all the crops away
And at the age of thirteen, I thought I was carryin'
The weight of the whole world on my shoulders
And you know, Mama knew what I was going through, 'cause
[Verse 6]
Every day I had to work the fields
'Cause that's the only way we got our meals, 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 make another day"
[Chorus]
Though years have passed and all the kids are grown
The angels took Mama to a brand-new home
Lord knows, people, I've shedded tears
But my daddy's voice helped me through the years
Saying, "Patches, I'm dependin' on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you"
[Chorus]
Oh, I can still hear Papa's voice sayin'
"Patches, I'm dependin' on you, son
I tried to do my best
It's up to you to do the rest"
[Outro]
I can still hear Papa when he said
"Patches, I'm dependin' on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all that's left"
Written by: General Johnson, Ronald Dunbar
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