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It was the third of september |
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That day I'll always remember, yes I will |
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'cause that was the day that my daddy died |
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Never had a chance to see him, no |
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Never heard nothin' but bad things about him |
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Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth |
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Mama just hung her head and said |
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'papa was a rollin' stone |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died |
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All he left us was alone' |
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Hey, mama, is it true what they say |
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That papa never worked a day in his life |
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Some bad talk going around sayin' |
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Papa had there outside children |
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And another wife |
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That ain't right |
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Heard some talk about papa and his storefront |
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Preachin' |
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Talkin' about saving souls and all the time |
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Leaching |
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And dealing in dirt |
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Stealin' in the name of the lord |
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But mama she just said |
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'papa was a rollin' stone |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died |
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All he left us was alone' |
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Say, I heard my papa was a jack of all trades |
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Is that what sent papa to an early grave? |
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Folks say papa would beg, borrow or steal just |
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To pay his bills. |
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Hey, mama, folks say papa was never much on thinkin' |
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Spent most of his time chansin' women and drinkin' |
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But mother, I'm depending on you to tell me the |
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Truth |
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But my mama she just said |
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'papa was a rollin' stone |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died |
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All he left us was alone' |
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'papa was a rollin' stone |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died |
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All he left us was alone' |
