| 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 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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| And 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
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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
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| And when he died
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| All he left us was alone
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| Hey, Mama, 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, some bad talk goin around town
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| Sayin that Papa had three outside children and another wife
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| And that ain’t right
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| Heard some talk about Papa doing some storefront preaching
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| Talking about saving your souls
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| And all the time leeching
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| Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord
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| Mama 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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| 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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| Hey Mama 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 or steal to pay his bills
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| Folks say Papa was never much on thinkin'
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| Spent most of his life chasin' women and drinkin'
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| Mama, I’m depending on you to tell me the truth
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| And Mama looked up with a tear in her eye 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
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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
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| And when he died
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| All he left us was alone |