Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Papa Was a Rolling Stone, artist - Phil Collins. Date of issue: 02.09.2010
Song language: English
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, that 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, son |
| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son) |
| Where ever he laid his hat was his home |
| And when he died, all he left us was alone |
| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son) |
| 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 |
| And Momma, some bad talk goin' round town sayin' that |
| Papa had three outside children |
| And another wife, and 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 |
| Momma just hung her head and said… |
| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son) |
| Where ever he laid his hat was his home |
| And when he died, all he left us was alone |
| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son) |
| Where ever he laid his hat was his home |
| And when he died, all he left us was alone |
| Hey Momma |
| 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, steal |
| To pay his bills |
| Hey Momma |
| 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 |
| Momma looked up with a tear in her eye and said, son… |
| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son) |
| Where ever he laid his hat was his home |
| And when he died, all he left us was alone |
| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son) |
| Where ever he laid his hat was his home |
| And when he died, all he left us was alone |
| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son) |
| Where ever he laid his hat was his home |
| And when he died, all he left us was alone |
| Papa was a rolling stone, (my son) |
| Where ever he laid his hat was his home |
| And when he died, all he left us was alone |