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Black Crowes - Papa Was A Rolling Stone
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
Performer
Chris Robinson
Chris Robinson
Lead Vocals
Rich Robinson
Rich Robinson
Acoustic Guitar
Sven Pipien
Sven Pipien
Bass Guitar
Isaiah Mitchell
Isaiah Mitchell
Acoustic Guitar
Joel Robinow
Joel Robinow
Piano
Brian Griffin
Brian Griffin
Drums
Mackenzie Adams
Mackenzie Adams
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Whitfield
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
Barrett Strong
Barrett Strong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Robinson
Chris Robinson
Producer
Rich Robinson
Rich Robinson
Producer

Letra

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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