It was the third of September
A day I`ll always remember
Yes I will

`Cause that was the day
That my daddy died
Never got a chance to meet him
Never heard nothin` but bad

Things about him
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 when he died

All he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat
Was his home and when he died

All he left us was alone


Hey Mama

Is it true what they say that
Papa never worked a day
In his life
And Mama

Some bad talk goin` `round
Town sayin` that
Papa had three outside children
And another wife

And that ain`t right
Heard some people talk about
Papa doin`
Some storefront preachin`

Talkin` `bout savin` souls and
All the time reachin`
Dealin` in death
And stealin` in the

Name of the Lord
Mama just hung her head
And said son
Papa was a rollin` stone

Wherever he laid his hat
Was his home and when he died
All he left us was alone
Papa was a rollin` stone

Wherever he laid his hat
Was his home and when he 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`

Spent most of his time chasin`
Women and drinkin`
Mama I`m depending on you
To tell me the truth

Mama looked up with a tear in
Her eye and said son
Papa was a rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat

Was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone lone
Lone lone

Papa was a rollin` stone
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 rollin` stone
Wherever he laid his hat
Was his home

And when he died
All he left us was alone