PATCHES Clarence CarterSPOKEN: I was born and raised down in AlabamaOn a farm way back up in the woodsI was so ragged the folks used call me patchesPapa used to teas me about itBut deep down insideHe was hurt because he done all he could do
SUNG:
My papa was a great old manI can see him with a shovel in his hand diggingEducation he never hadBut he did wonders when the time got badA little money from the crops he raisedHelped pay the bills we madeFor months he'd been sick and down in the dumpsWhen he tried to get up life would kick him back downOne day papa called me to his dyin? bedPut his hands on my shoulders And in tears he saidPatches, I'm depending on you sonTo pull the family through My son, it's all left up to youSPOKEN: Two days later papa passed awayI became a man that daySo I told mama I was gonna quit schoolBut she said that was daddy?s strictest rule
SUNG:So every morning before I went to schoolI fed the chickens and I chopped wood tooSometimes I felt that I couldn't go onI wanted to leave and run away from homeBut I would remember what my daddy saidWith tears in his eyes on his dyin bedHe said, "Patches, I'm depending on you sonTo pull the family through. My son its all left up to youSPOKEN: Then one day a strong rain cameAnd washed all the crops awayAnd at the age of thirteen I thought I was carryingThe weight of the whole world on my shouldersAnd you know, mama knew what I was going through, Cause
SUNG:
Everyday I had to work the fieldsCause that's the only way we got our mealsYou see, I was the oldest of a familyAnd everybody else depended on meEvery night I heard my mama pray Lord, give him the strength to face another dayThough years have passed and all the kids have grownThe Angels took mama to a brand new homeBut, No people,I never quitMy daddy's voice still rings through the fields Sayin, "Patches, I'm depending on you sonTo pull the family through My son, it's all left up to youPatches, I'm depending on you son FADE
Followed by the unforgettable:
SWINGIN'
John Anderson
There's a little girl in our neighborhood
Her name is Charlotte Johnson and she's really looking good
I had to go and see her so I called her on the phone
I walked over to her house, and this was going on:
Her brother was on the sofa eating chocolate pie
Her mama was in the kitchen cutting chicken up to fry
Her daddy was in the backyard rolling up a garden hose
I was on the porch with Charlotte feeling love down to my toes
And we were swingin'
Yeah we were swingin'
Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can't believe it started on her front porch in the swing
Just a swingin'
Now Charlotte is a darling she's the apple of my eye
When I'm on the swing with her it makes me almost high
Now Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring
I just can't believe it started on her front porch in the swing
Just a swingin'