Papa was a rolling stone歌词

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