Papa Was A Rolling Stone

It was the third of September
 That day I'll always remember, yes I will
 Cause that was the day, 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
 Papa was a rolling stone,
 Where ever he laid his hat was his home
 and when he died, all he left us was alone
 Papa was a rolling stone,
 Where ever 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?
 Sayin' that Papa had three outside children and another wife, that ain't right?
 Heard them talking Papa doing some store front preachin'
 Talked about saving souls and all the time reaching
 Dealing in debt, and stealing in the name of the law
 Papa was a rolling stone,
 Where ever he laid his hat was his home
 and when he died, all he left us was alone
 Papa was a rolling stone,
 Where ever he laid his hat was his home
 and when he died, all he left us was alone
 Papa was a jack of all trades
 Is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
 Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal
 Just to pay the bills
 Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
 Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
 Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth
 Papa was a rolling stone,
 Where ever he laid his hat was his home
 and when he died, all he left us was alone
 Papa was a rolling stone,
 Where ever he laid his hat was his home
 and when he died, all he left us was alone