Papa Was a Rolling Stone

It was the third of September That day I'll always remember, yes I will Cause that was the day, my daddy died I never got a chance to see him Never heard nothin' but bad things about him Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth Momma just hung her head and said Papa was a rolling stone, Where ever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone Papa was a rolling stone, Where ever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone Hey Momma! Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day, in his life? Sayin' that Papa had three outside children and another wife, that ain't right? Heard them talking Papa doing some store front preachin' Talked about saving souls and all the time reaching Dealing in debt, and stealing in the name of the law Papa was a rolling stone, Where ever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone Papa was a rolling stone, Where ever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone Papa was a jack of all trades Is that what sent Papa to an early grave? Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal Just to pay the bills Folks say Papa never was much on thinking Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth Papa was a rolling stone, Where ever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone Papa was a rolling stone, Where ever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone