A mem'ry often comes to visit as I lay in my bed late at night
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Of mama along in the kitchen mending clothes by a little all night
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She sewed till her fingers were slowling till she couldn't keep sleep from her eyes
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Then daddy would go in to wake her he'd kiss her and I'd hear him sighed
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There won't be any patches in heaven you'll look so pretty with a halo in your hair
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And if angels are judged by the deeds they have done
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Mom you'll be the best dressed angel there
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[ steel ]
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I was the oldest of seven so I was the first to leave home
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And my dreams were just by for my mama all the pretties that she'd never known
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But the first pretty dress that I gave her she smiled and then bowed her head
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She said honey you the kids need this things more than I do
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And the tears filled my eyes as I said
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There won't be any patches in heaven...
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There Won't Be Any Patches In Heaven
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Norma Jean |