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 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 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 Heard some talk Papa doing some storefront preaching Talking about saving souls and all the time leeching Dealing in dirt, and stealing in the name of the Lord 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 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 Hey Momma Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day in his life