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Jackie Robinson
Jackie Robinson
Исполнитель
Sidney Crooks
Sidney Crooks
Исполнитель
The Pioneers
The Pioneers
Исполнитель
George Agard
George Agard
Исполнитель
George Dekker
George Dekker
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Barrett Strong
Barrett Strong
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Norman Whitfield
Norman Whitfield
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
The Pioneers
The Pioneers
Продюсер
A Pioneers Production
A Pioneers Production
Продюсер

Слова

[Verse 1]
It was the third of September
A day I'll always remember, yes, I will
'Cause it was the day that my daddy died
I never had the chance to see him
Never heard nothing but bad things about him
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
And Mama just hung her head and said
[Verse 2]
Your papa was a rolling stone (My son)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Singing, your papa was a rolling stone (My son)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone dog gone it
[Verse 3]
Hey Mama, is it true what they say
That papa never worked a day in his life?
And Mama, some bad talk goin' around
Sayin' that Papa had three outside children
And another wife, that ain't right
Hear some people talkin' 'bout Papa
Doin' some storefront preachin'
Talkin' 'bout savin' souls and all the time leeching
Dealing in death and stealing in the name of the Lord
[Verse 4]
And Mama just hung her head and said
Your papa was a rolling stone (No, no)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Singing, your papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
[Verse 5]
Hey Mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades
Is that what sent him to an early grave?
Folks say Papa used to beg, borrow, and steal
To pay his bills
Hey Mama, folks say Papa never was much on thinking
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
Mama, I'm counting on you to tell me the truth
And Mama just hung her head and said
[Verse 6]
Your papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone, lone, lone lone
Singing, your papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone, alone, alone, alone
[Verse 7]
Dog gone it
Your papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Written by: Norman Whitfield
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