Chords for Clarence Carter - Patches w/ lyrics
Tempo:
160.8 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
F#
D#m
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I was born and raised down in [D#m] Alabama, on a farm way back up in the woods.
[F#m] I was so ragged, folks used to call me [E] Patches.
Papa used to tease me about it, [C#] cause deep down inside [G#] he was hurt, cause [C] he'd done all he [C#m] could.
[F#] My papa was a great old man, [E] I can see him with a shovel in his hand seat.
[F#] Education he never had, [E] he did wonders when the times got bad.
[F#] The little money from the crops he raised, [E] barely paid the bills we made.
[B] Old life had kicked [D] him down to the [E] ground, when he tried to get up, [B] life would kick him back down.
One day, papa [D] called me to his dying bed, [E] put his hands on my [B] shoulders and in tears he said,
He said, Patches, I'm depending [D#m] on you son, to pull the [B] family through.
My son, it's [E]
all left up to [G#]
you.
[C#m] [F#]
Two days later, papa [E] passed away, I became a man that [F#] day.
So I told mama I was gonna quit school, [C#m] but [E] she said that was daddy's strictest rule.
[F#]
So every morning before I went to school, [E]
I fed the chicken, then I chopped wood too.
[B] Sometimes I felt [D] that I couldn't go on, [B] I wanted to leave, just [B] run away from home.
But I would remember [D] what my daddy said, [E] with tears in his [B] eyes on his dying bed.
He said, Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, I've tried to do [B] my best, it's up to [E] you to do the [C#m] [G#] rest.
[F#] [B]
Then one day a strong [D#m] rain came and washed all the crops away.
[F#m] And at the age of 13, I thought I was [E] carrying the weight of the [C#] whole world on my shoulders.
[G#] And you know mama [C] knew what I was [C#] going through, cause [F#]
every day I had to work the [E] fields.
Cause that's the only way we got our meals, [F#] see.
I was the oldest of the family, [E]
and everybody else depended on me.
[F#]
Every night I heard my mama pray, [E]
Lord give him strength to make another day.
[B] So years have passed and [D] all the kids have grown, [E] they just took mama [B] to a brand new home.
One of those people, [D] I shed tears, [E] but my daddy's [B] voice kept me through the years.
Saying Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, the poor little [B] family through.
My son, it's [E]
all left up to [G#] you, you ought to [C#m] steal your papa's voice.
[B] Saying Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, I've tried to do [F#m] my best, it's up to [E]
you to do the rest.
[G#]
You ought to steal [C#m] your papa's voice.
[F#] Saying [B]
Patches, I'm depending [D#m] on you son.
[D#] [E]
[F#m] I was so ragged, folks used to call me [E] Patches.
Papa used to tease me about it, [C#] cause deep down inside [G#] he was hurt, cause [C] he'd done all he [C#m] could.
[F#] My papa was a great old man, [E] I can see him with a shovel in his hand seat.
[F#] Education he never had, [E] he did wonders when the times got bad.
[F#] The little money from the crops he raised, [E] barely paid the bills we made.
[B] Old life had kicked [D] him down to the [E] ground, when he tried to get up, [B] life would kick him back down.
One day, papa [D] called me to his dying bed, [E] put his hands on my [B] shoulders and in tears he said,
He said, Patches, I'm depending [D#m] on you son, to pull the [B] family through.
My son, it's [E]
all left up to [G#]
you.
[C#m] [F#]
Two days later, papa [E] passed away, I became a man that [F#] day.
So I told mama I was gonna quit school, [C#m] but [E] she said that was daddy's strictest rule.
[F#]
So every morning before I went to school, [E]
I fed the chicken, then I chopped wood too.
[B] Sometimes I felt [D] that I couldn't go on, [B] I wanted to leave, just [B] run away from home.
But I would remember [D] what my daddy said, [E] with tears in his [B] eyes on his dying bed.
He said, Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, I've tried to do [B] my best, it's up to [E] you to do the [C#m] [G#] rest.
[F#] [B]
Then one day a strong [D#m] rain came and washed all the crops away.
[F#m] And at the age of 13, I thought I was [E] carrying the weight of the [C#] whole world on my shoulders.
[G#] And you know mama [C] knew what I was [C#] going through, cause [F#]
every day I had to work the [E] fields.
Cause that's the only way we got our meals, [F#] see.
I was the oldest of the family, [E]
and everybody else depended on me.
[F#]
Every night I heard my mama pray, [E]
Lord give him strength to make another day.
[B] So years have passed and [D] all the kids have grown, [E] they just took mama [B] to a brand new home.
One of those people, [D] I shed tears, [E] but my daddy's [B] voice kept me through the years.
Saying Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, the poor little [B] family through.
My son, it's [E]
all left up to [G#] you, you ought to [C#m] steal your papa's voice.
[B] Saying Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, I've tried to do [F#m] my best, it's up to [E]
you to do the rest.
[G#]
You ought to steal [C#m] your papa's voice.
[F#] Saying [B]
Patches, I'm depending [D#m] on you son.
[D#] [E]
Key:
E
B
F#
D#m
G#
E
B
F#
_ _ _ I was born and raised down in [D#m] Alabama, _ on a farm way back up in the woods.
[F#m] I was so ragged, folks used to call me [E] Patches.
Papa used to tease me about it, [C#] cause deep down inside [G#] he was hurt, cause [C] he'd done all he [C#m] could. _ _
_ [F#] My papa was a great old man, [E] I can see him with a shovel in his hand seat.
[F#] _ Education he never had, _ [E] he did wonders when the times got bad.
[F#] The little money from the crops he raised, [E] barely paid the bills we made.
[B] Old life had kicked [D] him down to the [E] ground, when he tried to get up, [B] life would kick him back down.
One day, papa [D] called me to his dying bed, [E] put his hands on my [B] shoulders and in tears he said,
He said, Patches, I'm depending [D#m] on you son, to pull the [B] family through.
My son, it's [E]
all left up to _ _ [G#]
you.
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ Two days later, papa [E] passed away, I became a man that [F#] day.
So I told mama I was gonna quit school, [C#m] but [E] she said that was daddy's strictest rule.
[F#]
So every morning before I went to school, [E]
I fed the chicken, then I chopped wood too.
[B] Sometimes I felt [D] that I couldn't go on, [B] I wanted to leave, just [B] run away from home.
But I would remember [D] what my daddy said, [E] with tears in his [B] eyes on his dying bed.
He said, Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, _ I've tried to do [B] my best, it's up to [E] you to do the _ [C#m] [G#] rest.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ Then one day a strong [D#m] rain came and washed all the crops away.
[F#m] And at the age of 13, I thought I was [E] carrying the weight of the [C#] whole world on my shoulders.
[G#] And you know mama [C] knew what I was [C#] going through, cause [F#] _
every day I had to work the [E] fields.
Cause that's the only way we got our meals, [F#] see.
I was the oldest of the family, _ [E]
and everybody else depended on me.
[F#] _
Every night I heard my mama pray, [E]
Lord give him strength to make another day.
[B] So years have passed and [D] all the kids have grown, [E] they just took mama [B] to a brand new home.
One of those people, [D] I shed tears, [E] but my daddy's [B] voice kept me through the years.
Saying Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, _ the poor little [B] family through.
_ _ My son, it's [E]
all left up to _ [G#] you, you ought to [C#m] steal your papa's voice.
[B] Saying Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, _ I've tried to do [F#m] my best, _ it's up to _ [E]
you to do the rest.
_ [G#] _
You ought to steal [C#m] your papa's voice.
[F#] Saying [B] _
Patches, I'm depending [D#m] on you son.
_ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] I was so ragged, folks used to call me [E] Patches.
Papa used to tease me about it, [C#] cause deep down inside [G#] he was hurt, cause [C] he'd done all he [C#m] could. _ _
_ [F#] My papa was a great old man, [E] I can see him with a shovel in his hand seat.
[F#] _ Education he never had, _ [E] he did wonders when the times got bad.
[F#] The little money from the crops he raised, [E] barely paid the bills we made.
[B] Old life had kicked [D] him down to the [E] ground, when he tried to get up, [B] life would kick him back down.
One day, papa [D] called me to his dying bed, [E] put his hands on my [B] shoulders and in tears he said,
He said, Patches, I'm depending [D#m] on you son, to pull the [B] family through.
My son, it's [E]
all left up to _ _ [G#]
you.
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ Two days later, papa [E] passed away, I became a man that [F#] day.
So I told mama I was gonna quit school, [C#m] but [E] she said that was daddy's strictest rule.
[F#]
So every morning before I went to school, [E]
I fed the chicken, then I chopped wood too.
[B] Sometimes I felt [D] that I couldn't go on, [B] I wanted to leave, just [B] run away from home.
But I would remember [D] what my daddy said, [E] with tears in his [B] eyes on his dying bed.
He said, Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, _ I've tried to do [B] my best, it's up to [E] you to do the _ [C#m] [G#] rest.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ Then one day a strong [D#m] rain came and washed all the crops away.
[F#m] And at the age of 13, I thought I was [E] carrying the weight of the [C#] whole world on my shoulders.
[G#] And you know mama [C] knew what I was [C#] going through, cause [F#] _
every day I had to work the [E] fields.
Cause that's the only way we got our meals, [F#] see.
I was the oldest of the family, _ [E]
and everybody else depended on me.
[F#] _
Every night I heard my mama pray, [E]
Lord give him strength to make another day.
[B] So years have passed and [D] all the kids have grown, [E] they just took mama [B] to a brand new home.
One of those people, [D] I shed tears, [E] but my daddy's [B] voice kept me through the years.
Saying Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, _ the poor little [B] family through.
_ _ My son, it's [E]
all left up to _ [G#] you, you ought to [C#m] steal your papa's voice.
[B] Saying Patches, I'm depending on [D#m] you son, _ I've tried to do [F#m] my best, _ it's up to _ [E]
you to do the rest.
_ [G#] _
You ought to steal [C#m] your papa's voice.
[F#] Saying [B] _
Patches, I'm depending [D#m] on you son.
_ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
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