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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slash
Slash
Guitar
Demi Lovato
Demi Lovato
Vocals
Michael Jerome
Michael Jerome
Drums
Johnny Griparic
Johnny Griparic
Bass
Tash Neal
Tash Neal
Guitar
Teddy Andreadis
Teddy Andreadis
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Whitfield
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
Barrett Strong
Barrett Strong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Clink
Mike Clink
Producer
John Spiker
John Spiker
Mixing Engineer
David Spreng
David Spreng
Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
John Ewing
John Ewing
Recording Engineer
Matt DeSear
Matt DeSear
Recording Engineer
Oak Felder
Oak Felder
Recording Engineer
Darrell Thorp
Darrell Thorp
Recording Engineer
Chad Shlosser
Chad Shlosser
Recording Engineer
Logan Taylor
Logan Taylor
Assistant Engineer

Songteksten

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 nothin' but bad things about him Mama, I'm dependin' on you to tell me the truth Mama just hung her head and said Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died All he left us was alone 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 That Papa never worked a day in his life? Some bad talk's goin' around town sayin' papa had three outside children And another wife and that ain't right Heard some talk, papa doing some storefront preachin' Talkin' 'bout saving souls and all the time leechin' Dealin' in debt and stealin' in the name of the Lord Mama just hung her head and 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) Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died All he left us was alone, hoo Hey, mama I heard papa call 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 thinkin' Spent most of his time chasin' women and drinkin' Mama, I'm dependin' on you to tell me the truth Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said Papa was a rolling stone (hey, hey, hey, hey) Wherever he laid his hat was his home (was his home) And when he died All he left us was alone Papa was a rolling stone (ho-oh) Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died All he left us was alone (whoa) Hoo Whoa, yeah Oh-whoa, yeah Yeah, yeah Hoo Hoo
Writer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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