| It was the third of September
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| That day I’ll always remember, yes I will
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| 'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
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| I never got a chance to see him
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| I Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
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| Mama, I’m depending on you to tell me the truth
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| Momma just hung her head and said
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| Papa was a rolling stone
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| Wherever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died
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| All he left us was alone
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| Well, well, is it true what they say
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| That Papa never worked a day in his life?
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| And Mama, there’s some bad talk goin' around town
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| Sayin' that Papa had three outside children and another wife
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| That shit ain’t right
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| Heard some talk about Papa doing some storefront preaching
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| Talking about saving souls and all the time leeching
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| He’s dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord
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| And she said
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| Papa was a rolling stone
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| Wherever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died
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| All he left us was alone x2
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| Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
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| Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
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| Momma, I’m depending on you, to tell me the truth
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| Papa was a rolling stone, son
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| Wherever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died
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| All he left us was alone
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| Papa was a rolling stone
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| Wherever he laid his hat was his home… |