Songwriter: Norman Whitfield Barrett Strong
Producer: Linda Ronstadt
[Verse 1]
It was the third of September
A day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my Daddy died
I never had a chance to see him
Never heard nothing but bad things about him
Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
[Chorus]
Your Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Your Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he diеd, all he left us was alone
[Verse 2]
Somе people say that Papa never worked a day in his life
There was some bad talk going around town that
Papa had three outside children and another wife
Oh, Papa was always doing a little storefront preaching
Trying to save souls and doing a little leaching
And dealing in death
Stealing in the name of the Lord, whoa
[Chorus]
Your Papa was a rolling stone (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone (Yeah)
Your Papa was a rolling stone (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Some people say Papa was a jack of all trades
That's what led him to an early grave
Some people say Papa used to beg, borrow or steal to pay his bills
Papa was never too 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 at me and said
[Chorus]
Your Papa was a rolling stone (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone (Yes he did)
Your Papa was a rolling stone (Well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
It was the third of September
A day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my Daddy died
I never had a chance to see him
Never heard nothing but bad things about him
Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
[Chorus]
Your Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Your Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he diеd, all he left us was alone
[Verse 2]
Somе people say that Papa never worked a day in his life
There was some bad talk going around town that
Papa had three outside children and another wife
Oh, Papa was always doing a little storefront preaching
Trying to save souls and doing a little leaching
And dealing in death
Stealing in the name of the Lord, whoa
[Chorus]
Your Papa was a rolling stone (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone (Yeah)
Your Papa was a rolling stone (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Some people say Papa was a jack of all trades
That's what led him to an early grave
Some people say Papa used to beg, borrow or steal to pay his bills
Papa was never too 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 at me and said
[Chorus]
Your Papa was a rolling stone (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone (Yes he did)
Your Papa was a rolling stone (Well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
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