| It was the third of September
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| That day I’ll always remember
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| 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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| Mama, I’m depending on you
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| To tell me the truth
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| Mama just hung her head and said, «Son,
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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, all he left us was alone
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| Papa was a rolling stone, my son, yeah
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| Wherever 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, mama!
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| Is it true what they say that papa never worked a day in his life?
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| And, mama, some bad talk goin' round town sayin' that papa had three outside
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| children and another wife
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| And that ain’t right
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| Heard them talk papa doing some storefront preachin'
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| Talked about saving souls and all the time leechin'
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| Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord
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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, 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
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| And when he died, all he left us was alone
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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 and steal
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| To pay his bills
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| Hey, mama
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| Folks say papa was never much on thinking
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| Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
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| Mama, I’m depending on you
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| To tell me the truth
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| Papa was a rolling stone (well, well, well, well)
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| Wherever 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
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| Wherever he laid his hat was his home
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| And when he died, all he left us was alone |