Papa Was A Rolling Stone

It was the third of September
 That day I'll always remember, yes I will
 Cause that was the day, that my daddy died
 I never got a chance to see him
 Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
 Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth
 Momma just hung her head and said, son
 Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
 Wherever he laid his hat was his home
 And when he died, all he left us was a loan
 Hey Momma!
 Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day, in his life
 And Momma, some bad talk goin' round town sayin' that Papa had three outside children
 And another wife, and that ain't right
 Heard them talking Papa doing some store front preachin'
 Talked about saving souls and all the time leechin'
 Dealing in debt, and stealing in the name of the Lord
 Momma just hung her head and said...
 Hey Momma,
 I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades
 Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave
 Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal
 To pay his bills
 Hey Momma,
 Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
 Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
 Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth
 Momma looked up with a tear in her eye and said, son...