| It was the third of Septemberthat day I’ll always remember
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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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| 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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| (Spoken)
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| Mama just looked at him and said, «Son
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| Papa was a rollin' stone
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| Wherever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when his died
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| All he left us was alone."
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| Hey, mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades
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| Tell me, is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
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| Folks say Papa would beg, borrow or steal to pay his bills
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| Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin'
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| Spend most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'
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| Mama, I’m depending on you to tell me the truth
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| Mama just hung her head and said, «Son
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| Papa was a rollin' stone
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| Wherever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when his died
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| All he left us was alone." |