| 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 had 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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| Mama looked up 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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| Where the hell are you daddy, that’s what I’m sayin'
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| Down on my knees and tears and I’m prayin'
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| Wishing and hoping my dreams could come true
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| So I could feel like the other kids do
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| A young child but not complete as a whole
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| Before I was born you up and strolled
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| Mama was there but you was up in the wind
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| You never even knew my name and then
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| You never wrote, called, let alone came by
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| As a youth it was hard to wonder why
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| But now I’m older and I don’t dwell on self pity
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| Thinking about the life you didn’t give me
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| I remember when I used to tell lies
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| When people would ask I’d just fantasize
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| Thinking of stories to make you look good
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| But the real truth was you was never no good
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| People would say I looked just like you
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| But rest assured I don’t act like you
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| I’m more than that, my mama raised me better
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| And you can best believe I’m much more together
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| So belive that
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| 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 there’s some bad talk goin' round town
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| That papa had three out-side children
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| And another wife, and that ain’t right
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| Heard some talk about papa
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| Doin' some store-front prechin'
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| Talking about saving souls and all the time leaching
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| Dealin' in dirt and stealing in the name of the Lord
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| Mama looked up 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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| It’s been said you gave me something you never had
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| But that’s not always true and it’s sad
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| To find myself missing you when I did
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| But who knows the reasons why you did what you did
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| I can’t help but wonder why
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| You lived your life as a big fat lie
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| You act like you had no responsibilities
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| 'Cause if you did it’s a bet that you wouldn’t be
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| Stealin' beggin' hustlin' and schemin'
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| You could’a got a job
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| But did you know the meaning of work
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| I’m talking about an honest day’s pay
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| But you was too lazy to be that way
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| Always trying to take the easy route
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| That’s what they tell me, so I don’t doubt
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| It for a moment, not for a sec
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| Because you lacked all your self respect
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| But it’s too late for you that is
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| Tomorrow I’ll be going on about my biz
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| And so it’s time to put the past behind
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| Erase the anger and clear my mind
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| I want to forget the little bit I know
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| And make sure that I never sink so low
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| 'Cause I want my kids to grow up and know
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| That I was always there because I loved them so
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| And that’s the least thing that I can do
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| But that’s a lot more than I got from you
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| 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
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| To pay his bills
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| Hey mama, folks say papa wasn’t much on thinkin'
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| Spent most of his time chasing women and drinkin'
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| Mama I’m depending on you to tell me the truth
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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 |