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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ivy Skoff
Ivy Skoff
Performer
Janet Stark
Janet Stark
Performer
Walfredo Reyes
Walfredo Reyes
Drums
Jorge Calderon
Jorge Calderon
Harmony Vocals
Ray Woodbury
Ray Woodbury
Electric Guitar
William "Smitty" Smith
William "Smitty" Smith
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Whitfield
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
Barrett Strong
Barrett Strong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duane Seykora
Duane Seykora
Assistant Engineer
Paul Dieter
Paul Dieter
Assistant Engineer
Sharon Rice
Sharon Rice
Assistant Engineer
Ed Kolakowski
Ed Kolakowski
Assistant Producer
Ed Cherney
Ed Cherney
Mixing Engineer
Linda Ronstadt
Linda Ronstadt
Producer

Lyrics

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 nothing but bad things about him Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth Mama just hung her head and said "Son, Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home (And when he died) All he left us was a loan Papa was a rolling stone, my son Wherever he laid his hat was his home (And when he died) All he left us was a loan," well, well Hey Mama, is it true what they say That Papa never worked a day in his life? And Mama, some bad talk going around town Saying that Papa had three outside children And another wife and that ain't right I heard some talk about Papa doing some store front preaching Talking about saving souls and all the time leeching Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord Mama just hung her head and said "Papa was a rolling stone, my son Wherever he laid his hat was his home (And when he died) All he left us was a loan Hey, Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home (And when he died) All he left us was a loan" Hey Mama, 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 Mama, folks say Papa never was much on thinking Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said "Son, Papa was a rolling stone (Well, well, well, well, yeah) Wherever he laid his hat was his home (And when he died) All he left us was a loan, loan, loan, loan, loan Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home (And when he died) All he left us was a loan" I said "Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home (And when he died) All he left us was a loan" My daddy was Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home
Writer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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