Papa Was a Rolling Stone

It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember
That was the day that my daddy died
Never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothing but bad things about him
My mama, I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth

And she said, "Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left was alone here"

Hey mama, I heard papa called himself a jack-of-all-trade
Tell me, is that what sent papa to an early grave?
Folk say, papa would beg or borrow to pay his last bill
So mama, I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth

She said, "Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left was alone here"

"Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left was alone here"

Once again I say, "Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left was alone here"

Papa was ...
Papa was ...