♫ Patches ♫

I was scrolling through a few lists of songs, looking for something I hadn’t already played here because I think I’ve been doing far too many ‘reduxes’ lately.  I had already played all my favourites that I came across on the lists, until I came to this one … Patches.  This is, maybe, one of the saddest songs I’ve ever loved.

Written by General Johnson and Ron Dunbar and best known in the 1970 hit version by Clarence Carter, this song won the 1971 Grammy Award for Best Rhythm & Blues Song.  According to SongFacts …

“Patches” was Clarence Carter’s most famous song, but it was originally recorded by the R&B group Chairmen Of The Board and released as the B-side to their 1970 single “Everything’s Tuesday.” Chairmen Of The Board lead singer General Johnson and his songwriting partner Ronald Dunbar wrote the song, which tells a heartwrenching story about a boy who grows up on a family farm in Alabama. Nicknamed “Patches” because his old clothes were patched together, his father asks him from his deathbed to take care of the family, which he does, working the fields while continuing his education.

Carter really was from Alabama, but he didn’t grow up on a farm and never worked the fields. His delivery was so convincing that many listeners thought Carter was telling the story of his life, which was even more remarkable considering he was blind. Carter said that he sometimes felt like a fraud after receiving letters from fans praising his dedication to his family and citing him as an inspiration. Said Carter, “I heard it on the Chairmen of the Board LP and liked it, but I had my own ideas about how it should be sung. It was my idea to make the song sound real natural – I guess I tried a little too hard for some people!”

The song’s co-writer General Johnson wanted the Chairmen Of The Board’s version to be released as a single. Though his record company liked the song, they saw no potential for it as a single as it had no beat. The song is very unusual in that much of it is spoken. This turned out to be an advantage, and it punctuated the story and made the song stand out on the radio. The spoken interludes (or “preaching” as he called it) were a staple of Carter’s music.

Clarence Carter, known to his fans as Dr. CC, had a difficult childhood. He was blinded at a young age, and attended the Alabama School for the Blind at Talladega. He taught himself to play the guitar by listening to Lightnin’ Hopkins records. Carter had three hits that went gold in the States: “Slip Away,” “Too Weak To Fight” and “Patches.”

While Carter didn’t write this song, he claimed that he could certainly associate with it, since he came from a poor family and knew kids who had to support their families through farm work. Carter’s grandfather died when his mother was still in high school, which also helped him relate to the song.

Patches reached #2 in the UK, #4 in both the U.S. and Ireland, and #16 in Canada.

Clarence Carter

I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me about it
‘Cause deep down inside he was hurt
‘Cause he’d done all he could

My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hands, see
Education he never had
He did wonders when the times got bad
The little money from the crops he raised
Barely paid the bills we made

For, life had kick him down to the ground
When he tried to get up
Life would kick him back down
One day Papa called me to his dyin’ bed
Put his hands on my shoulders
And in his tears he said

He said, Patches
I’m dependin’ on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it’s all left up to you

Two days later Papa passed away, and
I became a man that day
So I told Mama I was gonna quit school, but
She said that was Daddy’s strictest rule

So every mornin’ ‘fore I went to school
I fed the chickens and I chopped wood too
Sometimes I felt that I couldn’t go on
I wanted to leave, just run away from home
But I would remember what my daddy said
With tears in his eyes on his dyin’ bed

He said, Patches
I’m dependin’ on you, son
I tried to do my best
It’s up to you to do the rest

Then one day a strong rain came
And washed all the crops away
And at the age of 13 I thought
I was carryin’ the weight of the
Whole world on my shoulders
And you know, Mama knew
What I was goin’ through, ’cause

Every day I had to work the fields
‘Cause that’s the only way we got our meals
You see, I was the oldest of the family
And everybody else depended on me
Every night I heard my Mama pray
Lord, give him the strength to make another day

So years have passed and all the kids are grown
The angels took Mama to a brand new home
Lord knows, people, I shedded tears
But my daddy’s voice kept me through the years

Patches, I’m dependin’ on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it’s all left up to you

Oh, I can still hear Papa’s voice sayin’
Patches, I’m dependin’ on you, son
I’ve tried to do my best
It’s up to you to do the rest

I can still hear Papa, what he said
Patches, I’m dependin’ on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it’s all left up to you

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Ronald Dunbar / Norman Johnson
Patches lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

19 thoughts on “♫ Patches ♫

  1. Thanks for introducing me to Clarence Carter, I like his voice. His delivery is very much like Johnny Cash, both master storytellers. They sound very much alike and I luv it! ❤


      • I relate this song to Polk Salad Anne, I guess because they both come from the deep south. Poverty is everywhere in many of the southern states, and there is sadness everywhere. Yet there is hope. https://youtu.be/fRF24LY5pvw
        But bringing that world into the 2020s, why the hell do they still vote Republican when their governing bodies do everything possible to keep them poor? WHY is that?

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        • I haven’t heard Poke Salad Annie in ages … never cared much for it, for some reason. I did listen though … and yes, there is hope. Eventually, change will come. Will you and I live to see it? Doubtful.


          • It’s all a matter of how life really works. Hopefully we will benefit from our own work. Or we may have to start all over again. Or, like some believe, it’s all over without us knowing. But that seems so futile to me. We bother for a reason.

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            • Yes, we bother for a reason and we hope that at the end of the day we’ve somehow managed to make some small difference. Maybe we’re deluding ourselves … I don’t know anymore, but we have to keep trying.


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    • I thought it might be new to you … a bit before your time, for one thing, and for another I didn’t see that it charted in Germany. I’m glad you liked it, though! No rant-free evening for me … fingers have been pounding the keyboard! I hope yours is great, though!


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