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, my daddy died
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
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever 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 that Papa never worked a day, in his life?
Sayin' that Papa had three outside children and another wife, that ain't right?
Heard them talking Papa doing some store front preachin'
Talked about saving souls and all the time reaching
Dealing in debt, and stealing in the name of the law
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a jack of all trades
Is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal
Just to pay the bills
Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever 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, my daddy died
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
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever 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 that Papa never worked a day, in his life?
Sayin' that Papa had three outside children and another wife, that ain't right?
Heard them talking Papa doing some store front preachin'
Talked about saving souls and all the time reaching
Dealing in debt, and stealing in the name of the law
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a jack of all trades
Is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal
Just to pay the bills
Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone,
Where ever 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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