Papa Was A Rolling Stone - Lee Ritenour, Kenya Hathaway, Grady Harrell

It was the third of Septemberthat day I’ll always remember

'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

Mama I’m depending on you to tell me the truth

(Spoken)

Mama just looked at him and said, «Son

Papa was a rollin' stone

Wherever he laid his hat was his home

And when his died

All he left us was alone."

Hey, mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades

Tell me, is that what sent Papa to an early grave?

Folks say Papa would beg, borrow or steal to pay his bills

Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin'

Spend most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'

Mama, I’m depending on you to tell me the truth

Mama just hung her head and said, «Son

Papa was a rollin' stone

Wherever he laid his hat was his home

And when his died

All he left us was alone."