Papa Was A Rolling Stone
The Temptations
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BbmIt was the third of September; that day I'll always re-member, yes I will
Bbm'Cos that was the day, that my daddy died.
BbmI never got a chance to see him;
BbmNever heard nothin' but bad things about him.
BbmMama, I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth.
Bbm: Mama just hung her head and said; son
BbmPapa was a rollin' stone;
Bbmwherever he laid his hat, was his home.
And Bbmwhen he died, all he left us was alone.
BbmPapa was a rollin' stone, my son, yeah;
Bbmwherever he laid his hat, was his home.
BbmAnd when he died, all he left us was alo-o-o-ne.
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BbmHey, Mama, is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day in his life?
BbmAnd mama, some bad talk going around town saying that Papa had three outside children,
Bbmand another wife and that ain't right
BbmHey, I heard 'em talk about Papa doin' some store-front preaching
BbmTalkin' about saving souls and all the time leeching,
BbmDealing in dirt, and stealing in the name of the Lord
BbmAnd mama just hung her head and said:
BbmPapa was a rollin' stone, my son;
Bbmwherever he laid his hat, was his home.
BbmAnd when he died, all he left us was alone.
BbmHey, Papa was a rollin' stone, naturally
Bbmwherever he laid his hat, was his home.
BbmAnd when he died, all he left us was alo-o-o-ne.
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BbmHey, Mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades;
BbmTell me, is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
BbmFolks say Papa would beg borrow or steal to pay his bills.
BbmHey, Mama, folks say Papa never was much on thinkin';
BbmSpend most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'
BbmMama, I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth.
BbmMama looked up with a tear in her eye and said; "son
BbmPapa was a rollin' stone, my son;
Bbmwherever he laid his hat, was his home.
BbmAnd when he died, all he left us was alone, 'lone, 'lone, 'lone alone
BbmPapa was a rollin' stone,
Bbmwherever he laid his hat, was his home.
BbmAnd when he died, all he left us was alone, I said
BbmPapa was a rollin' stone,
Bbmwherever he laid his hat, was his home.
BbmAnd when he died, all he left us was alo-o-o-ne.
BbmHey, Papa was a rollin' stone,
Bbmwherever he laid his hat, was his home.
BbmPapa was a rolling stone
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