Papa Was a Rolling Stone
It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
(Look y'all, listen) I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said
Your papa was a rolling stone, well
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
I said, your papa was a rolling stone
(Well, well) Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Hey Momma!
Is it true what they say, Papa never worked a day in his life
And Momma, some bad talk's goin' round town
Sayin' Papa had three outside children
And another wife, now that ain't right
Hey Papa out there doing some storefront preachin'
Spend most of his time chasin' women and preachin'
Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
My Momma just hung her head and said
Your papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Can you hear me, your papa was a rolling stone
Well, well, wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
(Look y'all, listen) I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said
Your papa was a rolling stone, well
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
I said, your papa was a rolling stone
(Well, well) Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Hey Momma!
Is it true what they say, Papa never worked a day in his life
And Momma, some bad talk's goin' round town
Sayin' Papa had three outside children
And another wife, now that ain't right
Hey Papa out there doing some storefront preachin'
Spend most of his time chasin' women and preachin'
Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
My Momma just hung her head and said
Your papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Can you hear me, your papa was a rolling stone
Well, well, wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Credits
Writer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong
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