Rolling Stone

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 to tell me the truth

Momma just hung her head and 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

Papa was a rolling stone (my son, yeah)

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, some bad talk goin' round town sayin' that

Papa had three outside children

And another wife, and that ain't right

Heard some talk Papa doing some storefront preachin'

Talking about saving souls and all the time leechin'

Dealing in dirt, and stealing in the name of the Lord

Momma just hung her head and said