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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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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 just hung her head and said, son |
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(Chorus) |
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Papa was a rolling stone, (my son) |
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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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(Repeat Chorus) |
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Hey Momma! |
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Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day, in his life |
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And Momma, some bad talk goin' round town sayin' that Papa had three outside children |
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And another wife, and that ain't right |
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Heard them talking Papa doing some store front preachin' |
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Talked about saving souls and all the time reaching |
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Dealing in debt, and stealing in the name of the law |
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Momma just hung her head and said... |
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(Chorus) x 2 |
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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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Hey Momma, |
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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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Momma looked up with a tear in her eye and said, son... |
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(Chorus) x 4 |
