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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lisa Fischer
Background Vocals
Chris Botti
Performer
Jochem Van Der Saag
Synthesiser
Lee Ritenour
Bass Guitar
Ray Parker Jr.
Guitar
Melvin Davis
Bass Guitar
Ricky Lawson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
Barrett Strong
Songwriter
Lisa Fischer
Vocal Arranger
Jochem Van Der Saag
Vocal Arranger
Lee Ritenour
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jochem Van Der Saag
Recording Engineer
Lee Ritenour
Producer
Don Murray
Mixing Engineer
Eric Ferguson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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 nothing
But bad things about Him.
Mama, I'm depending on You
To tell Me the truth.
And Mama
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.
Oh 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.
Well, Well.
Hey Mama, Is it true what They say,
That Papa never worked
A day in His life?
And Mama,
Some bad talk going around town
Saying that Papa
Had three outside children
And another Wife.
And that ain't right.
Hey, Talk about Papa doing
Some store front preaching.
Talked about saving souls
And all the time leeching.
Dealing in debt and stealing
In the name of The Lord.
Mama just hung Her head and said
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.
Hey, Papa Was a Rolling Stone.
Wherever He laid His hat was His home.
(And when He died)
All He left Us was alone.
Uh.
Hey Mama, I heard Papa called
Himself a jack of all trades.
Tell Me is that what sent Papa
To an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg,
Borrow, Steal to pay His bills.
Hey Mama, Folks say that Papa
Was never much on thinking.
Spent most of His time
Chasing Women and drinking.
Mama, I'm depending on You
To tell Me the truth.
And Mama looked up with a tear
In Her eye and said
Son, 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,
Lone, Lone, Lone, Lone.
Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever He laid his hat was His home.
(And when He died)
All He left Us was alone.
I said, Papa Was a Rolling Stone.
Wherever He laid His hat was His home.
(And when He died)
All He left Us was alone.
Writer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong
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