作词 : Norman Whitfield/Barrett Strong 作曲 : Norman Whitfield/Barrett Strong 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 had a chance to see him Never heard nothing but bad things about him Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth Mama 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 Mama is it true what they say That papa never worked a day in his life There's some bad talk going around town Say that papa had three outside children And another wife Heard some talk about papa Doing some store front preching Talking about saving souls and all the time leaching Dealing in drugs and stealing in the name of the Lord Mama hung her 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 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 Folks say 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 Mama hung her 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 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 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 Papa was a rolling stone
作词 : Norman Whitfield/Barrett Strong 作曲 : Norman Whitfield/Barrett Strong 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 had a chance to see him Never heard nothing but bad things about him Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth Mama 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 Mama is it true what they say That papa never worked a day in his life There's some bad talk going around town Say that papa had three outside children And another wife Heard some talk about papa Doing some store front preching Talking about saving souls and all the time leaching Dealing in drugs and stealing in the name of the Lord Mama hung her 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 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 Folks say 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 Mama hung her 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 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 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 Papa was a rolling stone
