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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Black Crowes
Performer
Chris Robinson
Lead Vocals
Rich Robinson
Acoustic Guitar
Sven Pipien
Bass Guitar
Isaiah Mitchell
Acoustic Guitar
Joel Robinow
Piano
Brian Griffin
Drums
Mackenzie Adams
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
Barrett Strong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Robinson
Producer
Rich Robinson
Producer
Letras
It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died, yeah
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, she said, son
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone, yeah
I said, papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Hey, mama
Is it true what they say, papa never worked a day in his life
And mama, some bad talk going around
Saying that papa had three outside children
And another wife, and that ain't right
Yeah, heard them talk about papa doing some storefront preaching
Talking about saving souls and all the time leeching
Dealing in dirt and stealing in the name of the Lord
Mama just hung her head, she said, huh
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone, yeah
I said, papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone, yeah
Hey mama
I heard papa called himself a jack of all trades
Tell me, is that what sent papa to an early grave?
Folks said papa would beg, borrow and steal
Just to pay his bills
And mama, huh
Folks said 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 she said, son huh
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone, whoa, yeah
I said, papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
One more time y'all
I said, papa was a rolling stone, ha-ha, ha-ha
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone, yeah
Writer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong
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