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Phil Collins Papa Was a Rollin´Stone
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phil Collins
Phil Collins
Drums
Bob Babbitt
Bob Babbitt
Bass Guitar
Eddie Willis
Eddie Willis
Guitar
Ray Monette
Ray Monette
Guitar
Matthew Collins
Matthew Collins
Hand Claps
Nicholas Collins
Nicholas Collins
Hand Claps
Steve Jones
Steve Jones
Hand Claps
Guy Barker
Guy Barker
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Whitfield
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
Barrett Strong
Barrett Strong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phil Collins
Phil Collins
Producer
Yvan Bing
Yvan Bing
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 Momma I'm depending on you, tell me the truth Momma 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, Momma Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day, in his life And Momma, there's some bad talk goin' round town That Papa had three outside children, and another wife Heard them talking 'bout Papa doing some storefront preachin' Talked about saving souls and all the time leeching Dealing in debt, stealing in the name of the law Momma 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, yeah, you know it Wherever he laid his hat was his home When he died, all he left us was alone Oh, yeah Come on, tell me Hey Momma 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 Folks say Papa never was much on thinking Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking Momma I'm depending on you, tell me the truth Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home When he died, all he left us was alone You know it Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home When he died, all he left us was alone Papa was a rolling stone, yeah, you know it Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone Yeah, you know I'ma chew on this Papa was a rolling stone, you hear me? Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone (Nothing but bad things things to pad in) Papa was a rolling stone
Writer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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