| 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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| Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
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| Momma I’m depending on you, to tell me the truth
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| Momma just hung her head and said, son
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| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
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| Where ever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died, all he left us was alone
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| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
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| Where ever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died, all he left us was alone
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| Hey Momma!
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| Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day
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| In his life
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| And Momma, some bad talk goin' round town sayin' that
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| Papa had three outside children
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| And another wife, and that ain’t right
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| Heard them talking Papa doing some store front
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| Preachin'
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| Talked about saving souls and all the time reaching
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| Dealing in debt, and stealing in the name of the law
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| Momma just hung her head and said…
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| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
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| Where ever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died, all he left us was alone
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| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
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| Where ever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died, all he left us was alone
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| Hey Momma
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| I heard Papa called 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, steal
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| To pay his bills
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| Hey Momma
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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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| Momma looked up with a tear in her eye and said, son…
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| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
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| Where ever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died, all he left us was alone
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| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
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| Where ever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died, all he left us was alone
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| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
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| Where ever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died, all he left us was alone
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| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
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| Where ever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died, all he left us was alone |