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It was the third of Septemberthat day I'll always remember |
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'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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Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth |
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(Spoken) |
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Mama just looked at him and said, "Son |
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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 his died |
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All he left us was alone." |
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Hey, mama, I heard Papa call 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 or steal to pay his bills |
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Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin' |
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Spend most of his time chasin' women and drinkin' |
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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, "Son |
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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 his died |
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All he left us was alone." |
