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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phil Collins
Drums
Bob Babbitt
Bass Guitar
Eddie Willis
Guitar
Ray Monette
Guitar
Matthew Collins
Hand Claps
Nicholas Collins
Hand Claps
Steve Jones
Hand Claps
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
Barrett Strong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phil Collins
Producer
Yvan Bing
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 nothin' but bad things about him
Momma I'm depending on you, tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said
"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
Wherever 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
And Momma, there's some bad talk goin' round town
That Papa had three outside children, and another wife
Heard them talking 'bout Papa doing some storefront preachin'
Talked about saving souls and all the time leeching
Dealing in debt, stealing in the name of the law
Momma hung her head and said
"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, yeah, you know it
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
When he died, all he left us was alone
Oh, yeah
Come on, tell me
Hey Momma
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
Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
Momma I'm depending on you, tell me the truth
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
When he died, all he left us was alone
You know it
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
When he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone, yeah, you know it
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Yeah, you know I'ma chew on this
Papa was a rolling stone, you hear me?
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
(Nothing but bad things things to pad in)
Papa was a rolling stone
Writer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong
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