It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember
Yes I said
'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
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 is it true
What the say
That Papa never worked a day
In his life
Said that Papa had three outside children
And another wife
And that ain't right
Heard them talkin' about Papa
Doing some storefront preachin'
Talkin' about saving your souls
And all the time weak dealin' in death
And stealin'in the name of the Lord
Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid
His head was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid
His head was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Papa was a jack of all trades
Is that what sent Papa
To an early grave
Folks say Papa would beg borrow
Or steal just 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
Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid his head
Was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid his head
Was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
