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<object><type>video</type><version>1.0</version><provider_name>Network.hu</provider_name><provider_url>http://network.hu/</provider_url><title>Susan Mc Cann - Coat Of Many Colours </title><author_name>apucsoka</author_name><author_url>http://network.hu/apucsoka</author_url><html>&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=497626&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowscriptaccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowfullscreen&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=497626&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot; allowscriptaccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; allowfullscreen=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;</html><width>424</width><height>345</height><duration>199</duration><description>Back through the years&#13;
I go wonderin once again&#13;
Back to the seasons of my youth&#13;
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us&#13;
And how my momma put the rags to use&#13;
There were rags of many colors&#13;
Every piece was small&#13;
And I didnt have a coat&#13;
And it was way down in the fall&#13;
Momma sewed the rags together&#13;
Sewin every piece with love&#13;
She made my coat of many colors&#13;
That I was so proud of&#13;
As she sewed, she told a story&#13;
From the bible, she had read&#13;
About a coat of many colors&#13;
Joseph wore and then she said&#13;
Perhaps this coat will bring you&#13;
Good luck and happiness&#13;
And I just couldnt wait to wear it&#13;
And momma blessed it with a kiss&#13;
Chorus:&#13;
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My coat of many colors&#13;
That my momma made for me&#13;
Made only from rags&#13;
But I wore it so proudly&#13;
Although we had no money&#13;
I was rich as I could be&#13;
In my coat of many colors&#13;
My momma made for me&#13;
&#13;
So with patches on my britches&#13;
Holes in both my shoes&#13;
In my coat of many colors&#13;
I hurried off to school&#13;
Just to find the others laughing&#13;
And making fun of me&#13;
In my coat of many colors&#13;
My momma made for me&#13;
&#13;
And oh I couldnt understand it&#13;
For I felt I was rich&#13;
And I told them of the love&#13;
My momma sewed in every stitch&#13;
And I told em all the story&#13;
Momma told me while she sewed&#13;
And how my coat of many colors&#13;
Was worth more than all their clothes&#13;
&#13;
But they didnt understand it&#13;
And I tried to make them see&#13;
That one is only poor&#13;
Only if they choose to be&#13;
Now I know we had no money&#13;
But I was rich as I could be&#13;
In my coat of many colors&#13;
My momma made for me&#13;
Made just for me </description><thumbnail_url>http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/4/9/7/_/497626_16505_2.jpg</thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width>80</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height>60</thumbnail_height><video_id>497626</video_id></object>
