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It was the third of |
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SeptemberThat day |
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I'll always remember, yes, |
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I will'Cause that was the day that my daddy died |
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I never got a chance to see him |
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Never heard nothin' but bad things about him |
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Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth |
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Momma hung her head and said |
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Papa was a rolling stone |
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Where ever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died, all he left us was alone |
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Papa was a rolling stone |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died, all he left us was alone |
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Hey momma, is it true what they say |
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That papa never worked a day in his life? |
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And momma, there's some bad talk goin' 'round town |
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That papa had three outside children and another wife |
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Heard some talk about papa doing some store front preachin' |
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Talked about saving souls and all the time leaching |
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Dealing in debt, stealing in the name of the law |
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Momma hung her head and said |
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Papa was a rolling stone |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died, all he left us was alone |
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Son, papa was a rolling stone, yeah, you know it |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died, all he left us was alone |
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Oh yeahCome on, tell me, hey momma |
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I heard papa called himself a jack of all trades |
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Tell me is that what sent papa to an early grave |
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Folks say papa would beg, borrow, steal |
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To pay his bills |
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Folks say papa never was much on thinking |
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Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking |
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Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth |
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Papa was a rolling stone |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died, all he left us was alone |
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You know, papa was a rolling stone |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died, all he left us was alone[Incomprehensible] |
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Papa was a rolling stone, yeah, you know it |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died, all he left us was alone |
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Hey, you know how much you owe |
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Papa was a rolling stone |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died, all he left us was alone |
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Nothing but some bad days of [Incomprehensible] |
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Papa was a rolling stone |
