It was the third of September That day I'll always remember, yes I will 'Cause that was the day that my daddy died Papa died when we was very young I never got a chance to see him I never heard nothin' but bad things about him Mama, I'm dependin' on you to tell me the truth Mama looked up and said, son
Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died All he left us was alone
Hey, mama, is it true what they say That Papa nеver worked a day in his life? And mama, thеre's some bad talk goin' around town Sayin' that papa had three outside children and another wife And that ain't right Hey, heard some talk about papa doing some storefront preachin' Talkin' 'bout saving souls and all the time leechin' Dealin' in debt and stealin' in the name of the Lord Mama just looked up and
Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died All he left us was alone
Mama, mama, mama I heard papa called himself a jack of all trades Tell me is that what sent papa to an early grave? Folks say papa would beg borrow, or steal to pay his bills I wanna know, mama Folks say papa never was much on thinkin' Spent most of his time chasin' women and drinkin' Mama, I'm dependin' on you to tell me the truth With tear-filled eyes mama hung her head and said
Papa was a rolling stone, son Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died All he left us was alone, very alone Papa was a rolling stone, my son Wherever he laid his hat was his home
Compositores: Barrett Strong (Strong Duane) (BMI), Norman Jesse Whitfield (Whitfield Norman) (BMI)Editor: Stone Diamond Music Corporation (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #6287764 em 10/Abr/2024