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papa was a rolling stone
Slash
It was the third of SeptemberThat 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 n?ver worked a day in his life?
And mama, th?re'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