Patches

Patches - Don Gibson

Written by：Mann/Kolber

Down by the river that flows by the coal yards

Stands wooden houses with shutters torn down

There lives a girl everybody calls patches

Patches my darling of old shanty town

We plan to marry when june brought the summer

I couldn't wait to make patches my bride

Now I don't see how that ever can happen

My folks say no and my heart breaks inside

Patches oh what can I do

I swear I'll always love you

But a girl from that place would just bring me

Disgrace

So my folks won't let me love you

Each night I cry as I think of that shanty

And pretty patches there watching the door

She dosn't know that I can't come to see her

Patches must think that I love her no more

I hear a neighbor tellin' my father

He said a girl name of patches was found

Floating face down in that dirty old river

That flows by the coal yards in old shanty town

Patches oh what can I do

I swear I'll always love you

It may not be right but I'll join you tonight

Patches I'm coming to you